Driving in a BMW®
the air feels warmer and warmer.
Driving in a BMW®
penises get larger and larger.
A flower rests on cow leather.
On the way to a funeral,
driving in a BMW®
young William knows nothing of
his loss.
Tater tots press into the seats.
A cartoon squelches on screen.
Tinted windows blot out clouds.
Children refrain from speaking.
Driving in a BMW®
life is a luxury.
Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
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