American Drivers
Perhaps car does enable American Drivers,
Like pose that a model might dream she could patent,
Or Rose file a lawsuit for fragrance infringement?
Divorce seems impossible, joined at the hip!
Today’s car and its driver approach being cyborgs,
The space they inhabit reserved, unrepentant,
The cyborgs aren’t dumb, and they love this arrangement,
Demand a wide berth, better button your lip!
It seems cars have evolved into moveable castles,
They separate rich from the poor with less power,
And give men the feeling that speed cannot hurt them,
Posh cockpit relaxes, surrounded by sound.
Any man in a car thinks he’s grown extra inches,
A car for a woman is vase for wildflower,
A youth in a car and it’s time for postmortem,
I wish that more folk had two feet on the ground.
Long Tooth
May 11, 2017
Copyright © Roof Missing | Year Posted 2017
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