MY CAR CAN HEAR

MY CAR CAN HEAR

OK where are my keys?
Their they are
Come hell or high water
I hope she starts

She can be a bitch
Some times , the coldest heart
I am going to kiss her ass until she starts
I will need a ream of toilet  paper for my mouth

I swear this car can hear my thoughts
She heard the door closing
My coffee in hand as I walk
This coffee is to strong, dam how did I park ?
Caffeine
Adrenaline
Artificial stimulants
Do I even have gas in this car
I am going to kiss her ass
Pump that gas
Pray in hand
Until she starts

I turned the key
Yin Yin Yan Yan
Sounding in so much pain
The engine light comes on
Yes she is a bitch today  ?

Another  light flashed
What did you say ?
I am a bitch I heard that
 OK !

Lets see how you make your money
Today
Lets see if the kids get home safe
Lets see , when the kids get hungry
What will you say
Don’t even think about
 A drink of vodka when you play

Remember I am that bitch
Did you hear what I said


OK to the readers I wrote this poem last night. I was just trying to change it up
In my poetry. I didn’t even think that this poem would have a consequent , on the next of work
For me . So today my work van ran fine no problems all day , until I put some bad gas in it.
I swear this is true , that bitch wouldn’t start up to save my life. In the gas station , and other cars
Were not stating also . Now mine you I have over five thousand dollars worth of tools  in this van. This
Van is my life for me and my employee . So isn’t this crazy