For Sale
Driving my car
On a road, filled with Kamikaze
Is too much pain. Sure, I’m not at par
For they own the road
Besides, they rule
I’ve driven a lot, countless trips
To and fro from work, over and over again
At this moment, it’s has become worst
Maybe, I’ll obey my aging brain, use my feet
Or ride the bus the next time. More safety
Who wants to buy my car?
I accept credit, but right now, I really need cash
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