Killer Car
(I got the idea for this poem from my favorite horror movie 'Christine'.)
I bought a 1998 Corvette but I didn't know that it was possessed.
After it attacked people, I was put under arrest.
It came to life and started running people down.
I knew that nobody was safe while it was still around.
After I escaped from jail, I stood at the edge of a cliff and dared my car to attack
me.
When it came at me, I jumped out of the way and it went over the edge and it blew
to smithereens.
All the car ever did was kill and torment.
It took awhile but people eventually accepted that I was innocent.
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