Up is like down
When the only way is backwards
Tailgating success
But you are stuck in reverse
Thinking you were a born loser
Go directly to jail, do not pass go
You didn't recieve your 200 dollars
Your feet are off the break
And you rewind unwillingly
Liquid sadness coats your face
You cringe at the saltiness on your lip
You're speeding
You reluctantly check your blindspot
Forestation
A branch bursts through your back window
It pierces your skull
And continues through the winshield
Success turns on its right blinker
As your life slips away
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