I am a broken man
Something’s loose, rattles inside me
Seems to be fine on the highway
But in the city—at home—
A different story
I take myself to the shop
Mechanics poke and prod
They throw their hands up
Find nothing wrong
Charge me for their time
Clanking home, I realize
The problem’s not the engine,
Nor the brakes, the transmission
What sounds so bad
Has a single, simple solution:
I need better fuel
No comments:
Post a Comment