Torture-Mobile!A Poem by Michael StevensNew arrival at Car-Sick Station!
Torture-Mobile!
Kaleidoscope of colors pass by outside
as you cling to the window crank with no pride
Heaving turns and dips the car seems to make
You’d be screaming, “Stop, for my stomach’s sake!”,
if only you could, but stay focused you must!
No time for chatter you, you just
about lost it back there in the turn
By the time this nightmare ride is over, you’ll need a gurn-ey
“Who’s ready for lunch back there?”
your mom asks, quite innocently; you just stare
out the window, no, bad idea that!
Someone better get ready to hose off the floor mat!
© 2013 Michael StevensReviews
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1 Review Added on February 27, 2013 Last Updated on June 25, 2013 AuthorMichael StevensAboutI write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more.. |

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