Chrome, steel, iron, aluminum body
black leather softness inside
such a lovely thing to joyride
this great marvel of human ingenuity
with wonderful racetrack capability
the body is black with silver flames
each and every one calling my name
the purring 350 it’s running
has got me entranced
sad that I’m so easily romanced

my heart is pounding
like the deep throbbing bass
not because of his words
but the thrill of the chase
I’m no threat to that car
it recognizes a pretty
speed-loving face
the owner is different
he knows the car’s fast
but the way he’s driving
it’ll end up like trash

01/04/2004

Author's Note: Crimeny. Adding this poem using a computer that is revolting was really really difficult.

Posted on 01/04/2004
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