Hitchhiker

The walk’s a skip, the trudge a hop
Free souvenirs from your shop
I’m the page after Dear diary
Get to stick my own expiry
Laugh the joke at the bar
Leather seats now in my car
Enact or become the joker’s suit
Glide over the traffic’s toot
Concoction of scents when you’re going out
Keep writing memoirs before the ink dries out
I can soak my hand in beehives
Whoops here we go, shoe-bites!
Getting off this ride's an ice-age on defrost
Intersection jumbling paths we’ve crossed
But quicksand deaths aren’t hard to find
I just borrowed your life and made it mine.