Musings by The Poet Loriet
If I Were A Car
Transference...
I am a trans-am,
black as night,
mettalic gold eagle
sprawled across my chest
which I thrust forward with pride
as I feel speed's power take over...
and I spit asphalt
defiantly
as my motor purrs
in "Who, me?" innocence.
My body slices the wind
like a razor.
I am high maintenance,
powerfully sleek and sexy,
and not afraid to perform for you.
Just take the wheel,
and drive me fast
through the star-filled desert.
Lori Beal
I am a trans-am,
black as night,
mettalic gold eagle
sprawled across my chest
which I thrust forward with pride
as I feel speed's power take over...
and I spit asphalt
defiantly
as my motor purrs
in "Who, me?" innocence.
My body slices the wind
like a razor.
I am high maintenance,
powerfully sleek and sexy,
and not afraid to perform for you.
Just take the wheel,
and drive me fast
through the star-filled desert.
Lori Beal
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If I Were A Car
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