my car
is
my life man.
my inspiration.
my muse.
my camelot.
my car is my refuge
from my wife.
from my 3 year old brat.
i shine my car like
i've got the hands of rodin
and it looks me in the face
like it's introducing me to a
beauty pageant winner
and stands up
proud as any
robin red breast
and says
take me for a drive.
my foot on the pedal
revving up past 90.
yeah.
that feels good.
that feels so good.
that feels so damn good.
man that car loves me
it smiles
like a happy mistress
it doesn't resent me or nothing
my car
my sweet car
my car
my darling car
don't ever depart
with a strangers keys
don't ever act fickle
and
run out of gas
don't ever say
no more
i'm going to rust
car
i'm going to give you
one
more
long
smooth
rub
down

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