The libertine

Gauges reading “Overload”
I gun it down a darkened road
Picking at a nematode
That slinks into its soft abode
Crashing through a closed frontier
I work on what I’m doing here
Dystopian ringing in my ear
I fumble for another beer
Showing less than half a tank
Headlights flashing on the bank
At Salem where the bodies stank
Hit the road or monkeyspank
Press the metal from the gene
They sold to me as sight unseen
Picking up a libertine
Who told me he was seventeen
No one saw our wheels for dust
Their stainless totem turned to rust
The libertine said if needs must
We gun for freedom shit or bust
Phantom rivers of the night
Fooled us as we thought they might
Out of gas and out of sight
We entered them without a fight
In biting truth of Salem's dawn
Dismembered on a hoary lawn
Beneath the gaze of crippled scorn
Scattered remnants solemn warn