Grinding Gears

I’ve been doing this
Over 30 years
Drive it for a while
See if it clears

Don’t doubt my work
Go out of my way
Even took out the leaves
From the engine bay

Press on the throttle
It’s you I’ll choke
Do my best
An honest bloke

Cast aspersions
Dare to insinuate
An apology soon
Before too late

Pushing buttons
Not just ones on the dash
Power without control
Bound to crash

Metal upon metal
Without lubricant will grind
Now working smoothly
Good that you mind

Mark Scotchford © 15/04/2016


About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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