i am lubricated with hypocrisy
steering clear of lifetime guarantees
there are no brakes
on the road that goes on forever
only a cracked rear view
of a high octane life
all options carry a price
my burnt gaskets are the proof
the fast lane was my joystick
of plush interiors
(sticky backseat optional)
and sweet melissa on the radio
i miss the laid rubber
and the tire marks up my back
damn right she was a hemi
(with her bright headlights)
i was her hot rod
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A contest entry
- 15 minutes - 3 by Melissa Gayle.
300 points, ended January 31, 2007, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Muddy...How very clever, and refreshingly original!! I adore the line:"..sticky backseat optional..." OMG! I'm still chuckling! This whole poem is to die for. I'm bookmarking you....again! Love the wordplay, and double meanings, too. This is priceless, and very deserving of the gold! Congrats! I LOVE it! Love an laughter to you.
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this is great.
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hot! hot !! HOT!!!
metaphorically speaking
congrats muddy
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what a great metaphor.....burn rubber my friend and congratulations.
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Holy fuck. Seriously.
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"i am lubricated with hypocrisy
steering clear of lifetime guarantees"
Mannn...talk about your poetic license being liberally utilized...You are so NOT hypocritical, Sweetness...What a gorgeous piece this is, my Friend...Gregg & Duane would be so pleased to run with ya, Scribe...& I gots balm for your back, too...
Good luck in Melissa's contest... 
Wanderer
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That's hot.
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Excellent! Great metaphor. Well done, my friend.
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