A Taste Of Hello Poem by C. Bake Baker

Plastic Fantastic, pocket of a car,
left in the stair well, last to mend scars
Proof of the unknown, status of a cause,
cheaters never prosper, liars never wash

Bend to the end, checkpoint of time lost,
multiply the penalties, divide me for the cost
Saturated with grease, brake shoe won't fit,
empty seals leak, sheered all to bits

Harvest the flavor, the taste of hello,
cloaked in a whisper and screwed in below
Newport green, Marlboro grey, every time I turn around,
I got nothing left to say