OF TWO CUTE CARS

Breaking bans, leaving no trace,
on the go burning tires,
cars are rushing to escape
from Urbania's quagmire
bulky Fords, those city tanks:
Wranglers, Lincolns, and Serenas
with them elegant Mustangs,
Mercedeses, Citroens

as if knowing, that gain's worth the pain
it's vendetta on cities, without an end
faster, faster--just don't tear the brakes
carburet, and whatever they got down there

road's obscured by flow of cars:
limos, limos all around
and among them, like two stars,
finest cars that can be found
tied by hidden rope, it seems,
and it tears where it's too thin
for the suctions little need,
accelerator deeper in

as if knowing, the gain's worth the pain
just get out--they'll pay every debt to a cent
and perchance he will sing her a chant
on a horn, or whatever he got down there

this huge gathering of cars
is upset at you: BEWARE!
silver limo! lights like stars--
don't you let her slip away!
right ahead--watch out!--a fork;
take a risk, just have more faith!
hesitation never works!-
--ah, you did, and it's too late..

they had known: the gain's worth the pain
now, then--little use honking billboards away..
and it might be a load off his hands
or the hood, or whatever he got down there..

No, this split is too much grief:
switches' parting won't work!
Hell with popular belief
seeing split in every fork
This one comes together, and
putting top speed in its wake,
silver limo on a bend
just forgot to pull the brake!..

so, is coming together a whim?
or is this the vendetta on cities, again?
see them roll: tires, bridges and rims..
and the hearts, or whatever they got down there..