I want to travel home
But the Ford ranger is hungry
It can not start
It can not move
It can not run.
I took my jerricans
Like a hurricane
And run under the sun
To each gasoline point
The attendants are idle
Without a word of whether
There's gasoline or not.
I met a newspaper vendor
On my way to another station
And as a member of free readers' association
I grapped one
And the headline is
The federal government
To pay gasoline importers today.
Then I nodded
Like a lizard-
The reason why there's no gasoline
Is now known!
As scarcity is a welcome souvenir
In this transition.
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