I remember back in high school
When I met a girl at work.
She was dressed in blue and shined like the sun
And never dated jerks.
One might say I bought her love
With accessories and trinkets,
But I fashioned up a love contract
And my name, well, I did ink it.
Now every time I drive to work
She’s with me all the time.
In the darkness she’s a flash of light.
In my poems, she’s my ryhme.
And sometimes we run of of gas,
If you know what I mean.
She waits for me while I fill a can
And polishes her sheen.
So if you disagree with the idea
Of marrying an object, tough luck.
Because I will always be faithful
To my lady in blue, my truck.
The Daily Travesty 