My car goes faster
after massaging its metallic paintwork
with a soft and fluffy mitt.
It zooms along happily,
the engine revving
like its pistons have been re-bored,
feeling like a frisky greyhound
after its weekly bath.
The tyres stick to the road like a
post it on your computer screen,
all because the wheels sparkle
under the wink of the sun’s gaze.
All four cylinders fire off,
making its six cylinder cousin
look pregnant and out of breath.
It feels full of energy when doused
with water and the grime
weighing it down is lifted from its bonnet.
Life’s clean and shiny things gleam and go faster,
like the mind driving them.
No comments:
Post a Comment