Fiat Poems - Poems about Fiat

Up bright and early at the sound of the alarm It better not smash that snooze or else it might lose... The mighty race for fiat Up, alert, and ready is the robot A quick yawn, wash, and dress, and the fast is broken... Then quickly out into the concrete jungle, it goes Aptly navigating and meandering amongst other 'bots'...

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Another day gone ...

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The history of fiat Is chock full of breaches Of centralized power That pushes and reaches Debasing our money The looters and leeches Gaslighting people With Keynesian speeches Where is our money In fractional banks? They lend out in bubbles And give us no thanks Restricting our freedoms With raw overreaches Yes, the history of fiat Is brimming with breaches But now we have freedom From theft and abuse A better...

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I owned a FIAT,or in truth.did it own me? It did break down with a remarkable, clock like regularity. My thin finances, this car did hungrily eat. As I was sent from being adriver, to walk the street. But that’s not the whole story, this I want to share with you. I met people that helped, joked and pushed, way...

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Every poem wishes to explode... Every poet dreams to shine ...

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Mandated this faux gremlin explorer (alias Cliff Ford) donning reinforced rubber baby buggy bumpers to dodge any errant wild jaguar, ram, thunder bird, bee in blue bonnet hood lamb, et cetera and/or any cowl screen Fascia hissed dee fender must be subject to an intense hot grill, especially if grievous, ferocious, egregious, deleterious threat to undermine Democratic pillar, weltanschauung spoiler, rocker, rims (sic) coarse sea...

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New Fiats can be seen on the roads of our nation since they took the reins of the Chrysler Corporation. One hundred and eight horsepower does not seem like a lot. However, that's all we need. The engine gives all it's got. This Italian machine is quite a diminutive dynamo. Being very light, it can really get up and...

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The best hooptie I had so far, Was the old hoary vintage fiat car. The heavy booming noise it used to make, And while driving in the way it used to shake. Rocking and rolling all through the roads, Better than the new cars arriving from abroad. The epoch car with huge spongy seats, Spacious and comfortable, how well it used to...

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I want like sonnets beckon a love so true as fiction investments deep in true reflection emotional direction I will that she will for me as though we together share in love a simple passive harmony. I am a mess of things of jumbled thoughts and misdirection an honest soul with no momentum stunned in the face of the universe and she would love away the emptiness bring...

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