he sits in quiet exasperation,
all his last efforts spurned
now every bridge will burn.
the ones who said they loved him most
will see their thruways crisped to toast.
the ones who feigned the gentle smiles
will have thoroughfares reduced by miles.
the ones who made him hold their tongues
will find their interstates undone.
no route or winding path will bring them to that place again
for such public roads bring anything, anything but friends.
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