Rustic F-150
Different I am,
a mind of my own.
I remember,
a modest man,
his children loved me.
Sold me to a preacher,
beat me, deterioration sets in,
not a care.
Internals too strong, unbreakable,
he knew this.
Working day in and day out,
Traded… for a carburetor...
Relieved to be out of that god forsaken place.
An honest Christian,
cleaned my scars,
replaced fragile parts,
& sold again.
Admired with what I’ve become,
Mr. Young & Handsome,
promises to rebuild me,
restore my body to factory spec.
I am old,
I am rusty,
but I will last forever.
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