Rusted and Busted- the Scrap Yard
Thousands of cars, now junk to their owners are dumped
Here every vehicle has a story, why they are abandoned
Elegant was I, silver rims, stylish lights and painted white
Silenced for life, now my rusted body remains on ground
Careless driving changed my fate and left me unwanted
Red, black and yellow, rust didn't spare any of my friends
All my doors now broken, wheels and windshield are gone
Painful was the fatal crash, it cruelly ceased my existence
Youth was done so soon, I no longer could race on roads
And now I am waiting for my useful body parts to be sold
Rest in peace, that's what my owner said and left me alone
Dead am I, under silent sky I remember my good old days.
June 14, 2016.
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