POETRY

The Buick

My car
was given a black eye
and a broken jaw.
So I took her to the doctor;
but the insurance man took her away,
And put her to sleep.
Yes, they took her away from me.
My car. The Buick.
Mean ole insurance man.
 “Snap Fingers”

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