Comedy Car Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I am but an unluicky fool.
Got hoodwinked by a man of age.
Looked at the faults.
I sat down in a rage.
doors that dont open.
Lights that dont.
I should have not handed over money.
But an ex taxi, its true.
Its not funny.
Cigarette burns.
Food in strange places.
Dont know whose sat on those seats.
Bloodied by keys and dents.
Its so bad, the money I have spent.
I now gotta cycle to work and use the train.
Will buy a new car, my account balcance will remain black.
I cant stand this old hack.
Have to park it far.
Hope it gets stolen or burnt.
Hard lesson learnt.
Train, bus or walk.
Got to better.
But when it gets colder or wetter.
Glad to have refuge and a heater.
Till its heart gives up the ghost.
I still drive my comedy car.