A trunk of fading memories
a back seat of despair
Dented ego fenders
Broken hearted air
Smashed grill of faith
A Devastated horn of questions
A glove compartment jammed with sadness
Electric windows of patience need a mechanics session
Floor mats of love trampled & hurt
I might be a little cynical here
but I don’t think the seats of joy recline
I busted the dashboard, oh DEAR!
I need a new car.