Fast Cars
Cars are fast
They run on love
And they eat gas
They will soon be seen from above
When cars fly,
I shall have an air strike on my enemies.
They will die.
No longer frenzies.
I will have an evil laugh
Shoving ice-cream in my face
Holding my victory staff
I may use my golden mace
Humanity at rest because of my awesomeness
Flying cars cure the city's restlessness.
Copyright © Kaylee Appley | Year Posted 2015
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