Spoken Word: My Old Car

Stuttering like she was lost for words. Though she never leaked, starting her was almost absurd

Spoken Word: My Old Car

Each time must be age the moments got further on in need. Her action was tolerable for she bucked and rolled

Stuttering like she was lost for words
Though she never leaked, starting her was almost absurd
Constant repetition yet couldn't mount that hump
Every time trying to turn her on it's no way I'm in a slump
Replaced her battery fully charged yet to no avail
Still couldn't massage her stuttering, akin my mission failed
Trying additives making it lighter to incite a combustion
She unleashed a plume the mixture was added confusion
With wanting yearning pleasure and no time I have to go
Kicked all her tires pushed her she started moving but slow

Run my fingers o'er her hood tickle the handles no reaction
Resisting a deep seated urge for faith was on another mission
We've played this game oh so many times I can't concede
Each time must be age the moments got further on in need
Her action was tolerable for she bucked and rolled
The ride was okay, pleasurable, but I'm accustomed to gold
It's not that rough and rugged wouldn't get you there
Sometimes a smooth ride will raise every strand of hair
A blood line of hope, it's running rough there is a destination
Spinning, bucking, slowly turning all it needs is lubrication
As her movement got fluently rigid reverberation got louder
With a climatic oil change her mechanism will make me prouder
At the foothills of I'll get you there she seemed warmed and ready
Mounting that hill like a hump on Sunday hard, pounding and steady
Like she was built for comfort firm, sweet and smooth she rolled
These ecstatic eclectic pleasurable moments make me whole


Note: William "Bubbles" Galloway is a Spoken Word Contributor with MNI Alive Media