The Bulldog's Car Wars

She and vehicles, Adversaries forever, No quarter given And none asked on either side. The metal beasts smell money, Wound themselves to devour it. It doesn't matter How she tries to hide her cash - Spitefully they sniff it out And die gleefully, Knowing she must resurrect Their thankless, thieving thick hides. O you willful ones, You steelclad dromedaries, Do you think you can defeat The Mighty Bulldog? She never wants Will - just Ways. Once found - you're dispensible.