Rebuilt Title

RED
There it is
The mark of dead
Wrecked up, messed up
Drug dealer, car fixer
Poorer than dirt
Up to the neck in man hurt
...track B

Brown
Tiny, original
The mark of birth
Successed up, dressed up
CEO, Someone you know
Richer than stone
On the top floor, only one door
...to original

White
Enveloped, concealed
NOOOOOO
My car has dents, cheap, paid in full
...but red
FAILURE, a marker of sorts
Broken, beaten, damaged
But the chassis isn't bent
...point A to destiny

It is good

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-10-2023

Key: Worked at D.M.V.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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