Engine Oil From My Father's Boot
My father never even wore boots neither am I interested cars, motors, engines or bikes but I was inspired. What exactly inspired me I cannot recall. Hope you enjoy this unusual poem from me x
My father never even wore boots neither am I interested cars, motors, engines or bikes but I was inspired. What exactly inspired me I cannot recall. Hope you enjoy this unusual poem from me x
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An abandoned rusting car covered in dust, with the windows smashed in a dark garage.
I am a renegade
I am a rebel
I am an anarchist
I love anything with an engine
I can't be tied down
No one understands my struggles
I was born in a garage
Between a 1700 Suzuki and a classic convertible
I can't be tamed
I was fixing bikes before I could talk
I was doing wheelies before I could walk
I nursed engine oil from my father's boot
Yes I am a motorhead through and through
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