Rustic F-150

Different I am,

a mind of my own.

 

 I remember,

a modest man,

his children loved me.

 Sold me to a preacher,

 

beat me, deterioration sets in,

not a care.

Internals too strong, unbreakable,

he knew this.

 

Working day in and day out,

Traded… for a carburetor...

 

Relieved to be out of that god forsaken place.

 

An honest Christian,

cleaned my scars,

replaced fragile parts,

& sold again.

 

Admired with what I’ve become,

Mr. Young & Handsome,

promises to rebuild me,

restore my body to factory spec.

 

I am old,

I am rusty,

but I will last forever.

 

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Comments

Rusty150

My favorite part of this poem is pretty much the entire poem.

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