Strangled!

You found me all alone beneath the canopy
Pumping twenty bucks into my Ford
You looked like something dredged up from a strip mine,
all mud and bone, quickly coming forward
I went on in my very best Midwestern,
“Hey, you doin’ alright there, guy?”
You were screamin’ like an El Camino’s engine
come right at me, so I jabbed you in the eye.
It didn’t really do what I was hoping,
I felt your fists go straight into my brain,
and before I even got the spit off my tongue,
I started slipping down a long and slender drain.
I’ve always had strong notions about living,
but hands around my neck are a bit stronger
and I’ve never really felt as alive as in this moment,
and I hope I can just live a little longer-

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