Best Car Poems

-The Same Old SongS-

That's all he ever talks about 


~SKAT~...

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Princess just wants a new car.
I have told her that hers will go far.
'Oh, it's really not cool
driving this crap to school.'
'Do I need that...

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I drove home from a party one winters night
I'd had quite a few drinks but I felt alright
It was pouring rain as I approached our...

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One pitch black night I was driving home and was ready for my bed
My usual route was closed for repairs so I took the minor...

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It was December Christmas eve, and it was snowing outside
Kids were making snowmen and some boys had made a slide 
Our eight year old daughter...

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I'd finished work at ten PM and got in my car
It was dark as I drove home and in the sky noticed a star
Could be...

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Oh, how wonderfully innocent
and juvenile, 'twas for me.
You, scooting surreptitiously.
closer and closer to me.
Like a soft, gentle caterpillar,
slithering and smiling.
Making its way home in the
still...

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We entered the Gumball Rally
My driver was “Backstreets” Tally
With his crazy fast car
We still couldn’t get far
Bad math, no gas, in Death Valley
...

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Stayed 
             in the sun 
       ...

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The day started badly as I had a bat flattery on my vodge diper

It was roaring with pain when I arrived at the par cark...

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Sitting with her now
       Watching 
How did she get so old?
       How did...

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I was driving home late one cold Winters night
It was minus ten and the moon shone bright
Then in my car headlights a young girl I...

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Why is it that pressure feels so heavy?
When pressure isn't solid.
Why is it that tears of anger hurt more?
When anger isn't sorrow.
Why is it that...

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Across the vast Californian Death Valley I went out for a drive
The temperature gauge was reading a hundred and twenty five.

Despite the unforgiving temperature, I...

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In open space free
Steel and glass enclosure
A small moving space confined
My possession of pride
Momentum propelled by young drive
A companion of trust.

The wingless bird
Tunneled timid air
Dust...

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