Suspicious Car
Whenever I'd pull out of the driveway, my car
would say, "This trip isn't going to end well
for me, is it? I'm sure it won't this time."
My car incessantly worried about this and that:
Do I have enough oil? Is there enough gas
for the trip? Are you still stashing drugs
in my trunk? It thought it ought to be
consulted on times of departure and arrival,
on routes and destinations. How would you
feel, it would ask me, if you were in my
position? If you were never told anything ever.
Hal
Halvard Johnson
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