The road

If only it would care
To rear its head
And shake it out - the Rs and Fs rolling -
It'd be a throb!

You are in a funk old lady, I know
And you on your highest horse, old man

Let's leave it
To our feet
To ride waves
Or fill upturned valleys with road
Right upto the groins

''Those glasses are a fake aren'they,'' you look at me.
''- So is the hair. Let's be friends''.