On the other side of town
there's a city impound
where cars wait on death row
abandoned to the elements
untried, their crimes unknown
their lot in life to be run down
and driven hard into the ground
sometimes auctioned off to creeps
with jewish eyes and minds that cheat
evidence of departed souls
who just gave up or lost their hold
for whom previous memories
are fading sentimental dreams
©02.10.2017 Eric Nunnally
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