as kids, we used to buy the turbo
chewing gum, primarily for the hidden
pictures on glossy paper of
cars...

which didn't exactly translate into me
being a kid from northern england,
travelling to knightsbridge
in the summer, making videos surround
the affair of: the sons of sheikhs
driving lamborghini(es), full rev.
   over short distance,
  to basically to the opposite of
driving a ford fiesta -
   open windows, bashing the air
         with music from the radio...

i never was into cars -
   more into feet,
       around the knee area,
shaved shins,
    slightly copper -
        not even donning high heels,
more:
    up in the air, doing the scissors,
like you just don't care...

but lately i've noticed a hidden
passion for cars,
but only on one ground...

   vintage... vinyl like qualities...

and just today, not thinking
that life could ever get any better...
**** me!
            mind bomb!

in essex? you serious?
or plain dumb joking?

       someone around here had to really
take to watching atomic blonde
and finding a replica...

   lucky sherlock...

         because...
   how often will you find an authentic
translation of history,
i.e. from the past, into the present?

   an example of
VEB sachsenring
             automobilwerke zwickau...
basically a trabant:
with a DDR sticker, and authentic
number plates...
   on the streets of england?

i basically had to light a cigarette,
drink my shveedish pear cider,
and admire...
      like i'd just been smacked in
        the face by an elephant trunk...

hence... no gender dysphoria:
    turns out i'm actually a boy,
   and i like cars...
   but only within the confines of
                        an eccentricity...
and who said that poetry is
                                   a girl's "game"?
i'm sure al capone would
have easily become a truman capote...
                         (ala: capoté!)

you have to be kidding me,
but i'm not about to slap myself in the face...
a DDR car, a trabant...
in this english contra english
****-choke of a joke's worth that's
essex?
      and they say essex is this hinterland,
this uneducated, this mundane...
this...
                             pigeons ******* on bullseye...

and then there's a DDR exponent,
just...     casually parked on the street,
in mint condition, or at least pristine...
    
west germany had the VW beetle...
   and that's plain to see, giving the revamp...
the VW kinds even revamped
   the ******* mini...
               but... an intact trabant?
**** watching atomic blonde:
go to tweed way, just off B175....
          and admire that *******...

and the pompous english of devon,
or bristol, think that the essex-folk
   are dim-witted: plastic surgery types
with a "funny" accent...
   the english and their accent snobbery...
paddy paddy poo,
   scotty scotty shoo,
                         essi essi: es the *******.