Ibrar Siddiqi - My Jalopy

My car is a wreck
it starts and goes
thats all I need.
fast it may not be
thats plain to see
scratched to bits
by idiots.
Leaks oil as regular
as my heartbeat
creating a slick
wherever i go.

People hide their the faces
when they catch a lift.
I wouldnt open the boot
for the odours that drift
my gas a town to sluimber

My windows dont work and i feel hot
my engine is shot
blue smoke appears when i move
the kids in my neighbourhood
dissapprove of my car
But it sure beats walking or cathcing the bus.

My Jalopy
A tribute to a tightwad like me.

Ibrar Siddiqi

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