Car Wake

I can understand emotions attached to a car

Attachment to inanimate things even a bar

When time has come for to recycle

Tears flow sharp pains manacle

The spirit free wishing for which not

Doth ponder simpler forms by far alot

But never do the pangs reach louder

When a bike is stolen by some chowder

Headed fumbling dork and now all your

Dreams of pace lines are out the door

Riding alone itching and feeling for sake

But neither draft of beer or layers cake

Will settle the score and dam them far

When left to follow in the wake of a car.

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