but it isn’t working.  It just makes
thumping sounds. It can’t get over
all the hurting that you caused it. It feels like

it’s been stuffed in the closet and buried
under the blankets and pillows. It’s an ***** that no one’s
playing. It’s been spayed so it can’t reproduce love the

way it used to. I pulled it over on the highway, so
no one would run it down
if they came this way. That’s where I am today

in the break-down lane.