I will drive you down to the scrap heap
Where I’ll watch you crushed, and the window glass spray,
Squeezed into a useless lump of twisted metal and shattered plastic
Then a giant mechanical arm will hoist you up
And toss you onto a hillside of useless lumps of twisted metal and shattered plastic
Where you will stay, rusting namelessly in the sun.
And no one will ever know it was once really loved..or was it? lol. Great descriptions. I can just see it's wide metallic grill gritting it's teeth in dread..(smile)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very much loved, but sadly written off.