car, a chevy impala,
into the city, down into
the dark
veins
of the streets where you
don't want to break
down, or get
a flat tire.
i'm done with this car.
the oil burning,
the leaks,
the wipers don't work,
the radio is dead,
it's a heap.
maybe just maybe i can
get it hijacked.
i'll leave it running
with a key in it.
i'll leave snacks and drinks,
all sorts of treats
for the thieves.
it's on me.
please, take it, steal it.
it's free.
no need to clobber me
on the head
with your gun, or threaten
me.
i even filled it up with
gas.
please, take it brother,
have some fun.
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