My car smiles at me
as I walk out the door to death
I love my car,
I know it is wrong to love something so material
But, my car is fast, it is sleek
It is fun to share the road with,
It gives me a taste of lost youth
I smoke - but only at the table in my garage
Not in my house, not at my work
When I go from my house to my garage
My car smiles laughs at me
My car is not stupid,
I on the other hand...