Drive did you say?
Drive I may?

I do not wish to drive I say,
I’d rather go chucking bails of hay.
Day after day
I would chuck that hay,
So that never drive I may.

Drive you say?
I’d be lucky if I may,
Do it as you say.

What did you call it? …
Right-of-way?

I do not like this one-ton machine,
Some day I know,
I’ll run over my spleen.
It’ll be many days before I think it keen,
This dangerous metal machine.

I would not, could not
Drive this thing
I would not, could not
For I will scream.

I would not could not,
Go near it I say.
I would not, could not
Have tickets to pay.

I could not pay
For that broken fender…
I could not pay
For that little bender…

Or the bumper…
Or the engine…
Or the transmission…
Or the windshield…
Or that little thing on top,
Was that the hood?

I would not, could not
 Pay for these,
I am after all,
Quite broke you see.

You’ve let me in on the driver’s side,
And confide in me
Your parental hide…
And now that you see the car has no sides…
Are you sure you want me to drive?

-Stephanie Tomicich-
5/9/01