CARPENTER'S TRICK GOTHIC
Now that I've appealed to every sense there is,
I have to notice someone lapping up the overflow,
the forceful guile of this rich, dark soup. The man
in the yellow convertible just winks as he sits at
the light, awaiting his Miata dreams to come true.
So sad that late-life crises have to wait for late-life
days. A lone cigarette dangles from lips beneath
a natty driver's cap - so perfectly British in his
Japanese car. I love these sorts of conundrums;
everyone gets so riled up, just using names and
dropping suggestions of things as they are. This
fellow is so out of place, he may as well make
a left at the next right. That's some real
driving.
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