Chrystler
Intestinal gastrin flooding my
esophagus to make my stomach
drop every time I see that color,
the other type of car, rolling
making every other person
look duller
the swelling of the lymph nodes
the engorging of the eyes
faster goes the heart
and much to my demise
I get the same feelings
I once got with you.
I prayed I wouldn't see one when I
did see yours passing by me
in the midst of war
the battlefield city
that must be here
in holds everything of us
our blood, sweat and tears
in a disgust of grills and pseudo-Grenada
if you didn't realize it then
well, goddamn it, you oughta
and realize how the epinephrine
exaggerates my nervousness
whenever I see that car
rolling along the battlefield
whoever you think you are.