Junk Car
Behind the fence in somebody's vacant lot,
stands an old automobile that has been left to rot.
The metallic body is falling apart with rust,
while the upholstery reeks with mold and must.
The glass is shattered. There are missing parts.
It's a sure bet that this auto never starts.
While the tires are flat, it certainly appears
that the car hasn't travelled roads in many years.
Even though the last owner gave it the heave-ho,
it may have been in a dealer's showroom long ago.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2021
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