In my car
i am king tut, Yertle the turtle, the grand poobah
i am in control behind the wheel
i am 5 years old
i am master of my domain and first recipient
of an infinite array of tragic possibility
In my car
i am superstitious and religious
cursing god and praying the next
with one eye in the rearview mirror
driving by faith and guile
and no insurance
looking past St. Christopher
a wind-up silver parking angel
a tiny green rubber duck
and satan dangling in my blind side
All the debris of the world has come to roost
in my car
living testament
that after 4 years
it can get no more filthy than it already is
In my car
radio rightwingers pound it home
pontificating platitudes
daring me to call in
if i only had a phone
not in my car baby
cuz my car is all about getting from points A to B
cuz my car
is all about me
and, man, we both need work
and have accrued a lot of miles
and can still get it up
without Valvoline or Viagra
So let me by
i got places to be
and more than likely
you are in my way
—Larry Crist
For copy of actual issue, go to https://www.realchangenews.org/2007/02/21/feb-21-2007-entire-issue