Grinding of Metal Upon Metal
The grinding of metal upon metal
Is such a sickening sound
Like dollar bills flying out the window
It's off for repairs you're bound
Times you dread while driving a car
Hope upon hope you avoid
Physical contact with another vehicle
Your day is totally destroyed
Happens many times every single day
In the age of this frantic pace
It's bound to happen, this aggravation
An age that we all must face
Who knows where all this is leading
Will we all just turn into mush
From this totally ridiculous style of living
We'll be nothing but bits of dust
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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