Sunroof Welded Shut

A working beater, in and among a wreck pile
In a scrap yard
In a work-deprived state that placed me here to begin with

But still I run

I now reside where the light can't touch me
And I no longer decide what can and can't drive me
All my friends tell stories of previous race days
Now just accumulate
Our collective rust
Just accumulate

Seats worn
Belts torn
But still I run

And while the ignition is far from dim
It's usefulness outlived by slashed tires and molded rims

But still I run
Sunroof welded shut

Seats worn
Belts torn
But still I run
Sunroof welded shut

Engine sputtering before it motors
A coughing hack that's clearing my throat

Seats worn
Belts torn
But still I run

Engine sputtering before it motors
A coughing hack that's clearing my throat

Seats worn
Belts torn



Credits
Writer(s): Alastair Mcleod
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