Posted in Humor, Language, Life

The Car Done Broke

Broke my heart, too

Lousy, no good, metal machine. Nothing can fix it.

Not Love nor Money,

 

The car done broke

not anyplace nice, in the middle of the street,

where them others don’t like me,

laughing at me, they be,

 

I kick the tire, not the one that done broke

but it feel good under my shoe, with the hole in it

the shoe, not the tire, which don’t

done broke,

 

The car done broke

I can’t fix the year

of when the car was born,

when I be happy, once

 

The car is laughing

at my way to speak,

broke is your English,

done broke like me……

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My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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