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71 Skylark Car
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poems Driving in my 71 skylark car
wondering if this piece of shit will go far
nothing to lose step on gas
lets see if this mother fucker will go really fast
from 0 to 60 in 3 seconds flat
then my boyfriend was thrown backwards from the seat he sat
came to a stop light slammed on the breaks
a coped told us to pull over and this no mistake
flicked the fucker off and slammed on petal
and we turned on the radio and listened to so metal
cope chased us but in there dismay
in the end we got away
I really liked this poem. Actually I don't believe I've read a poem of yours I didn't like. You seem to be a very accomplished writer. If you don't mind I would appreciate it if you would read a few of my works, tell me what you think about them, and give me some pointers.
You spelled "cop" as "cope". I really don't think there's anything I could possibly say, any hyperbole that could capture the essence of stupidity as well as that does. I know when I'm beaten.
I'm sure there are plenty of things that are faster than your shitty car, and one of them is the time it took me to understand that you're an idiot.
I hope that the next time you drive this car, you, Sam and her boyfriend are told to pull over by another cop. And I hope you "flick him off" again, and then "0 to 60 in 3 seconds flat" into a wall that I planted quickly while you were distracted by giving the finger to the cop. And then the three of you will die and the world will be a better place.