The Chauffeur's Pride
The millionaire's bark
In rainstorms, wild
Conquering the dark,
Is the chauffeur's pride..
The ever so blistering white
Black, grey or navy blues,
Buttons sticking up till night
With mirrors showing in his shoes..
Didnt he ever wonder?
What is behind the wheels that blunder
Random men, women in disguise
Ignorance is the hunted prize.
That bump on the mirage moulded outside
Or ask the ones who had died
Crashing before his deceiving brakes
Later found in the lakes.
Copyright © Iman Roy | Year Posted 2011
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