Dated
Even genius
is dated
the poison fruit of time
a once beautiful mind
now turning to slime
as bacteria re-purpose
(what of greater value,
the vehicle or its soul?)
I was never gifted a Jaguar
but who is to say, perhaps
former VW's all the Rave
of Heaven!
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