that made
a statement
about who
you were in life,
or the Mercedes,
they were statement cars.
you've arrived
they said,
gleaming in the sun
with a brilliant shine.
the Porsche
or the Lamborghini,
the Corvette Stingray.
one day, i used to say,
driving by in my rusting
Cheverolet,
choking blue smoke
out of the exhaust,
one day,
i'll make it mine.
but now, strangely,
this Honda is fine.
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