250 bucks for a used Plymouth Fury,
and an old dilapidated mess.
It’s broken down and barely runs
but yields visions of grandeur, past.
I poured my soul into those wheels
just to get her on the road again.
The pulsing engine hums with power
like a black demon on wheels –
whispering, like a lover, in my ear.
Changing me from the nerd I was,
she was worth every sacrifice.
Now, it’s just me and Christine,
until death do us part.
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