I swear the day I got this car,
My whole life went astray,
I never thought a simple thing,
Could make me change my ways.
Driving down the road to work,
I hear this monster speak,
Roaring and spitting ghastly fumes,
Oh no, its sprung a leak.
Demon car isn't finished yet,
It's only just begun,
And when it is finished,
The battle it will have won.
It shrieks out its panic attack,
At the sound of loud thunder,
Or even if a truck goes by,
Sometimes I have to wonder.
It locks me in, no air inside,
Trying so hard to suffocate me,
I swear there are demons inside,
That just can't let me be.
It turns out the lights for no reason,
Or won't turn off the fan,
I don't know how to kill the demon so,
Next time I'll get a van.
Author notes
This is my car for you. The demon.
Written March 16th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- I Like Driving In My Car by leannewales.
300 points, ended March 18, 2004, 13 entries
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Yeah, I've still got that piece of crapiron. It has been in the shop since December. It scares me to drive it now. Thanks so much for the great comment on this. I appreciate it.
becca
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Cool
Have had my share of cars built on the assembly lines of hell. Good write. -
Thank you for the comment. I appreciate it very much.
Becca
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lol...oh yep!!...i can relate to this one!!...i think i must have owned this car before you!!...nicely done...thanks for entering...hugs..leanne xxx
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