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One Unknown

Hawks are circling above these hills
The skies an ominous grey
She says they look like vultures
When you ain't got a place to stay

Irish Mob wants to execute me
Bill Gates won't talk to me at all
Those army boys did their damage
Elon Musk fractured my skull

Bags on the ground, thumb in the air
That's how I find my way home
It's right there in the police report
Official address: One Unknown

Daddy takes the trash to the curb
Mama's cutting her losses
Polished tombstones in the moon shine
Light reflects its shape like crosses

Mama won't talk to me anymore
Daddy doesn't answer the phone
I'm just more trash by the side of the road
I'm just another One Unknown

Bags on the ground, thumb in the air
Trying to find my way home
According to the police report
I'm the girl from One Unknown

And her eyes are all glazed over
With a shine like polished tombstones
Glistening in the moon shine
On her way back to One Unknown

From a hurt deep behind the glaze
Prayed Tesla gods her soul to keep
Found a line between the tracks
And drifted off to sleep

Bags on the ground, thumb in the air
Just trying to find my way home
It don't really matter what direction you take
Out here on Highway One Unknown

We talked of a better world
Together, we talked of our lives
We talked of despair, we talked of hope
Together, we laughed and we cried

Smiling through pain behind the glaze
She thanked me and began to weep
Found a main down in the tracks
And drifted off to sleep

Returning home to One Unknown...

 © John Kennan 3-21-20

for Jamie, and the others living out on 1 Unknown
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Submitted by rankstranger7 on May 24, 2021

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