Car

Why do you do this to me?
I have always been good
I have never looked
at the other cars in the lot.

I made sure you had all
you need. I changed
your oil, gave you fuel
and polished you to a shine.

The one thing I ask you to do
simply to keep you dry.
I ask you to put raise your window
and you simply refused.

Now your ruined on the inside
because you let the world
pour down on you.
What do I do?

You take your pain out on me
you make me uncomfortable
you shorted out our radio.
Your making life hell.

Will things ever be better?
Will things dry with the sun?
Or do I have to make a trip
to the car dealership?



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