My Car - a poem

My car smiles at me
as I walk out the door to death

I love my car,
I know it is wrong to love something so material

But, my car is fast, it is sleek
It is fun to share the road with,
It gives me a taste of lost youth

I smoke - but only at the table in my garage
Not in my house, not at my work

When I go from my house to my garage
My car smiles laughs at me

My car is not stupid,
I on the other hand...