Volatile as a Hand Added Machine

Going south, I’m mobile
Alabama’s map of the world,


A stucco house on the freeway’s shoulder,
A bald spot without spray can hair

Don’t you wish all your friends we’re
patio furniture so you could sit a spell,

and your DNA was rubbing alcohol
so you could wash the purgatory
from your glass jaw.

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