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Constructed with you in mind, 
my maker built me to be divine.
Power inside me to help you thrive,
I am the machine in which you drive.
My tech spec is quite superior,
you'll love me for my interior,
maneuver with me, make me move,
caress my body it is so smooth.
Fall in love with my zero to sixty.
I bet you can't wait to get inside me.

But all of this, fated responsibility,
comes with a price of vulnerability.
You need to take care of me
or I will reap upon you misery.

Warning lights I make appear
are red or orange, not crystal clear
Heed them or there will be destruction,
it lies on you how well I function.
My begging is not just to make you swoon
when I cry out "check engine soon."
Bad things come, I will be cruel
If I ever run out of fuel.
Wear your restraint for if we crash,
you may strike upon my dash.
Watch the roads in every direction,
regularly give me detailed inspection.

There is so much more to me
than turning me on with your key.
Inside, outside, danger is everywhere,
for that I want you to prepare.
When you are ready to come inside,
you can show me off as your pride.

I only ask you treat me well
or I will become a full metal hell.


2-26-20

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