I'm laying with my
dome on the dashboard
the engine revs and comes alive
here I am with my foot to the floor
back again for another drive
because I love this machine
more than people love me
its seats caressing as
I cry
but no matter
how much I scream
"Why,
why?"
it stays silent
quiet
like my friends
that have died.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 4:31 AM UTC
I'm laying with my
dome on the dashboard
the engine revs and comes alive
here I am with my foot to the floor
back again for another drive
because I love this machine
more than people love me
its seats caressing as
I cry
but no matter
how much I scream
"Why,
why?"
it stays silent
quiet
like my friends
that have died.
Daniel Magner
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