UnPoetia:When You Drive a Toyota
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Poetry for people who hate poetry |
- When you drive
- a Toyota, you can
- feel the air
- as
- it flies past your screaming
- face. You can feel the
- crunching of
- the bones as you run over
- that one kid.
- The brakes are so smooth,
- it is like they are not there.
- Oh.
- They aren't there?
- You know you
- should have bought a
- Ford, and just lived with all the maintenance.
- But you got a Toyota.
- The gas pedal
- tells you when it
- wants to accelerate,
- not the
- other way around.
- How does it feel to have a car this special?