many a lad
has sold his soul
for the chance to possess
a center console
he picks the T-top
and the color graphics
with an eye to how
it will look in traffic
for the rocket launchers
and numerous reels
he trades his children
and the rest he steals
gotta have the four-stroke
to drive him out yonder
so he hocks his wife
for a brand new Honda
to pull the whole lot
needs an F-150
so he cons a salesman
without looking too shifty
and drives away
in his cloud of glory
but that's not the end
of this sordid story
he's crossing the bridge
on the way to the ramp
and fails at the side
to see a sleeping *****
hobo wakes up
sees Apocalypse descending
yells like a banshee
and starts defending
his right to the road
and an open-air bed
that's when our lad's boat
hits him right in the head
blood's all over
the go-fast paint
and hobo yells
I WISH TO LODGE A COMPLAINT!
but the rig's long gone
uncontrolled weaving
driver's a-panic
and feels himself leaving
the road and the scene
his wits start to falter
as he crashes through barricades
into the water.
Now you could say
he got what he deserved
with a long prison sentence
justice was served
he sits in the slammer
regretting his role
but planning his next
BIGGER center console.