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Rated: E · Prose · Satire · #1885079
A fictional villanelle about my car.
With her underneath me, I feel like a czar,
        Her symphony sings to my soul.
Heaven is a two-seater sports car.

She’s much nicer than any ricer could spar,
         Playing and pleasure my ultimate goal,
With her underneath me, I feel like a czar.

The lights turned green – RPMs shoot for red bars,
        Her tires protested, then started to roll.
Heaven is a two-seater sports car.

Suddenly in my rearview, red and blue stars –
         Where did he come from, that man on patrol?
With her underneath me I feel like a czar.

Copper questions, “What were you doing, going so fast and so far?
         You know, releasing pent up fun – it comes with a toll.”
Heaven is a two-seater sports car.

When the judge presided, from the bench and the bar
         She asked with as fast as I sped, what I had stole.
I replied with a shrug, “With her underneath me I feel like a czar.
Heaven is a two-seater sports car.”
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