She knows his wants his dearest dreams

but she may not be quite all she seems

as nestles he into her seat

and turns the key to generate heat

the pulsing pistons tight in thrall

his life is here       the car is all.

 

      A mile away a local whore

      is entering her four by four

     

      as she nestles behind the wheel

      who knows how good that makes her feel?

      she turns the key and checks her face

      aware of the cost of time and pace.

 

He takes the fast lane    anxious now

to sense the power of his holy cow

his hand is ready for the horn

his phone is ringing,   his hair is shorn

he is as sleek as he must be

      she appreciates he must be free.

 

The stereo sound surrounds the man

as he proceeds to chase a van

he has to prove he is the best

and the chav is wearing a simple vest.

 

     The whore steps out as she leaves the rover

      where the van will not pull over

      and she turns to check the shops

     then sees the van,  her handbag drops.

 

Her heels will not respond in time

the van impacts her with its grime

The bang is heard by all around

she lies, perfection on the ground.

 

      The man has raced to where she lies

      the van has gone, a big surprise.

      he soon will know the fall of pride

      that comes with being dead inside.

 

His car still waits to suck him in

her engine runs     will always win

he has no further need for her

she stares ahead

not her that's dead

 

Her pistons pulse      she starts to purr.