Mr Fix It
My car breaks down
I’m pissed, vicious frown
You hug me tight
You say, “It will be alright”
“I’ll fix it”
Wrenches, sockets
Bolts in your pockets
Smeared cheeks, grease
I hand you those not these
You lay on the street
Jeans and feet
My heart held captive
You’ve never been so attractive
Copyright © Liberty Robbins | Year Posted 2012
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