I hate the way you beep at me,
and the way your bumper is scratched.
I hate the way you drive,
I hate it when your vents refuse to support my GPS holder.
I hate your dumb roll-down windows,
and your stupid non-automatic mirror adjustment.
I hate you so much every time I get you I want to cry,
and yell at the Enterprise sales lady.
and yell at the Enterprise sales lady.
I hate the way your blinker sounds,
I hate it when I have to manually lock every door.
I hate it when you get bad radio reception,
even worse when don't get any at all.
I hate you when you’re not around,
and more when you are.
But mostly I hate the way everyone else hates you,
so much that they don't take care of your either,
and that you are always the saddest car on the lot...
I hate that I never want to get you,
not even a little bit…
not even at all.
speechless.
ReplyDelete(don't forget the part where it feels like it will explode when it goes over 55...)