Leeches (new car)

They feed of you when you get something shiny and new,
But once you don't have it anymore, they will be through with you.
In the first few weeks everything will seem fine and dandy,
But the next few months, where's my gas money at baby?
You don't ride for free, and just feeding off of me,
Pay up please, or you'll be walking with ease.
I know it sound selfish, and I know it sounds harsh,
But if you're going to ride with me, you got to pay your part.
When you get your baby, you can ride it all you want,
But once you forget me, that will be your last thought.
Karma comes back around, and I believe it in 3's,
Not thanking or just plain forgetting me will be the last thing you think.
So be a doll face and just be kind to pay my gas,
Cause next time you ride and don't pay, your feet will be hauling your ass.

This poem is about: 
Me

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