Rust In Pieces

Gone now the days my radio played,

my engine accelerated with power and pride. My clean sleek design envied and shined, now lay covered under leafs, dust and dung.

My tires are flat, my windows are cracked,

my interior faded warped and torn. My engine is cold, my gears old and warn, my wipers whipped and my fuel gone foul.
Ticketed and tattered, discarded rot and forgot.
So this is the reward for service given, pissed on soiled and never driven.
I hope when I die I don't come back,
and live the life of a car.