A Poem to Lucy, my stolen Car
1996 was a good year.
HONDA was a great co-parent.
Where have all the miles gone?
Moved me to college.
Moved me to my first apartment.
Moved me to my second apartment.
Moved me to my current HEAVEN.
Then... moved to your own death.
O! THE PAIN!
Better than most.
James Spader didn't do malevolent things to you.
Movies were made about your Bad Ass-ness.
The CLUB was not enough.
A lonely teardrop is all they'll ever get out of this Cry-Baby.
1996 was a good year.
HONDA was a great co-parent.
Where have all the miles gone?
Moved me to college.
Moved me to my first apartment.
Moved me to my second apartment.
Moved me to my current HEAVEN.
Then... moved to your own death.
O! THE PAIN!
Better than most.
James Spader didn't do malevolent things to you.
Movies were made about your Bad Ass-ness.
The CLUB was not enough.
A lonely teardrop is all they'll ever get out of this Cry-Baby.
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