Member Poem

Well a mechanic-that I'm not
But I'm pretty sure your rings're shot
Standing there while billows of yer victims trailing
N' like a fool with the wrong tool-keep on watching as you go off in the distance
'til my eyes're failing
But one thing I do think
is ya need a fusible link
to run a current to the fuse
Now down on my knees in prayer I kneel
wonderin' why I keep pickin' an automobile-
that's-burning the blues

N' I ain't really sure which one of us is due for an overhaul
n' should be all jacked up on them ol' blocks
'cause nothing's gittin' fixed in our heated drawn out talks
Just a lil' duct tape n' some crazy glue
n' we both give into the call

Well ASE certified-uh yeah-not even close
But it's fair to guess you're gonna need
a new hose
Puttin' up with the steam comin' up
from under yer hood
Insteada just look I should just book
'fore things go to bad from good-
'cause paneled sides ain't
what you're lookin' for in wood
'Cause if ya really had it together'd
be set up with a luggage rack-
'steada just leavin'
with the clothes on yer back
N' stuffin' yer funk in the trunk
like yesterday's news
N' after all this time
ya think I could foretell
But that's OK anyway
'cause I'll be shoppin'
'round for a new model-
that ain't-burning the blues.
1-29-2017 Duncan R.M. Ferguson