My indicator light's stopped working
near side at the rear.
I do right turns only
guessing my way, oh dear.
I'll spiral towards my destination
that's the plan, you see.
But I end up where I've started.
How stupid can one be?
Put a new bulb in the other day,
now the brake light's broke.
Is this for real,
or is this a joke?
So I think, brakes are for losers.
Slowing down or circling like a goof,
I'd get there so much faster
if I fixed a blue light to the roof.
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 3:29 AM UTC
My indicator light's stopped working
near side at the rear.
I do right turns only
guessing my way, oh dear.
I'll spiral towards my destination
that's the plan, you see.
But I end up where I've started.
How stupid can one be?
Put a new bulb in the other day,
now the brake light's broke.
Is this for real,
or is this a joke?
So I think, brakes are for losers.
Slowing down or circling like a goof,
I'd get there so much faster
if I fixed a blue light to the roof.
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