The Little Engine That Drank (poem)

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“You try to live up to it,”
said the engine at the bar,
“but it wears on you
after a while, you know?
All that freakin’ perseverance —
never mind the whole
children’s book thing.”

“I think you’ve had
enough for tonight,”
says the bartender
with a tilt of his head.
“Is there a conductor
I can call who’ll see
you get home safely?”

But he’s at the weeping
into his drink part
where he doesn’t hear
anybody anyway.

“It’s just a lot of pressure,
that’s all I’m saying.
Sometimes I just can’t,
you know? Sometimes,
I just can’t.”

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