U humans seem to think,

That little dents don’t really hurt,

And the ones you call damaged are worse,

But its all the same to me,

Even a little scratch makes me painfully hurt…

When my tires are low on air,

I am sluggish & you don’t seem to care,

I squeal around corners & I scream it ain’t fair,

But when air you do put in,

My tires can down the road freely spin…

We do travel together & warm I keep you,

Sometimes my A/C does turn you blue,

But do I ever complain, I run hot,

But I don’t complain, never, not,

Then when I break down,

You throw me aside,

You go out and buy a cute little foreign job,

And forget me altogether, after from me my youth you did rob…J