My Car

My car is an extension of my world view
Powerful and it run’s a bit hot

My car is a lot like me
American, large & in the shop too much of late

My car reminds me of Cities
It has a lot of extra’s but I’m afraid to test them out

My car reminds me of America
The music’s too loud and I’m better off not knowing how it works

My car makes me think
Of everything except my car




© 1998, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved
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