Bright Lights, Pink Car
Tornado rush of luminescence
Happiness is hard to find
Unless you've got a sweet new Kia
Then you're sitting inside.
It's got power steering and power locks
Power wheels and power shocks
A horn that makes the mountains move
It's a spacious hatchback too.
Cruising around the county roads
I turn on the brights.
I can see for miles
In these blue halogen lights.
When the speedometer passes sixty
I buckle my seat belt.
God bless the South Koreans
This is the best I ever felt.
poem by John W. McEwers
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