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Durp, durp... Durpy fucking deer,
dancing your eyes in front of me.
Driving your evil intentions into my dreams.
I read your cherry tea leaves and screams.
"Drift into the other lane... "Swerve!""
It's persuasive, but I'm not as naive
as my eyes are jaundiced.

Yellow jackets are my friends.
The sting of love transcends
my rubberneckéd bends
upon this steel-threaded thriller.
Caution: roadwork; throw signs to the wind.
I'd kill for a Miller. Motherfucker, you'll never win!
You're a stupid deer! Durp, durp!

Yep, go ahead and gawk.
Let's see how angels can descent.
Cast those cowardly stares
as far as you can throw 'em.
Give PETA another creature to cry about
while I sneer into the rearview mirror.
No animals will be harmed in the next poem.

I stalk bright lights, and mock
those who bare the cross walks.
I blaspheme the dusk and dawn sunbeams,
and pluck from the head of the flock.
I am the demon that pervades
the last minute minds of truckers...
I am The Nighthawk.
Written by arortiz73 (MTP)
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