The engine idles too low,
And you’d better check the fluids.
It’s been a hundred miles since that was done-
I guess I meant to do it.
There’s a wheezing in the exhaust,
And she sputters and she stalls,
Whenever I hit the brake too fast
She screeches shrill bird calls.
Aside from gas and oil,
Well, not much else gets done.
Don’t bother with her outer shell-
I’m just concerned she runs.
Yeah, I’ll schedule another return trip
When I’m paying your receptionist.
Late October? Will I still be alive by then?