Oh the feel of those fast cars!
so long and shining-sleek,
those soft and smooth…
tight leather seats- laps
behind the power-steering.
Let’s not talk about the torque-
just watch me as I take off…
silver rims rolling in reverse-
perverse to ride with such speed,
not to mention the ultra-sound.
Racing like it was a marathon,
I’ve got to break the habit…
set up my cruise control,
got to act more responsible.
Fleeting pleasure-
not the measure of who I am.
Too many speeding tickets,
it’s no longer fun.
So I’m taking it nice and slow
Which one – wouldn’t you like to know?
I’ll stay with the automatic.
Settling down in the slow lane
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