Angry Car Poem by Matt Greenblatt

I once entered an angry car
More than once perhaps it was
And in its lividness I rode
Scarring throught the peaceful streets
Pushed by powerful teenaged lust
We cut in cacaphony
What wiser men had sought to save
To a tune of senseless noise
The filfth from out the speakers roared
And poisoned all with its discord
Like the silly little boys
We were we didn't think to have
Some higher hold for harmony
So we set on making dust
With asphalt as our cell we strode
As a convict captured does
Bound by brutal iron bars
Mistaking our chains for the freedom we sought