Through The Eyes Of A Car Poem by Zackery Schaadt
Through The Eyes Of A Car
Would it kill you to care for me?
Check the fluids once a week?
I need oil as you need water.
Is premium fuel too much to ask?
It’s hard on my engine when you floor it.
Try not to spin the tires.
It’s like when you get a rash.
That’s no fun.
Treat me nicely.
At 170,000 miles, I’m getting old.
Take some care.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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4/26/2024 5:09:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
zack your car cant spin the tires even if you tried