Kansas

No one ever told me
How boring life would be
With my glass completely empty.

No one ever warned me
How lonely it would get
To never top off my cup again.

No one ever forced me
To put up an unpayable toll smack-dab in the middle
Of my already tortured map;

Its roads and highways and byways mostly
Dead ends at sheer cliffs;
Many drives like a Fourth of July
As a passenger at Glacier View.

No one ever wants to join me
For this perpetual ride through
The Great Plains of Kansas.

I can’t blame them.