Rouged Bandito
by
Nancy Pawley
copyright 10-08-2003
Age Rating: 7 to 127
Picture Credits:
Our bodies are definitely outmoded, our sense of style obsolete
Glance around and look past our differences
You’ll notice we’re all incomplete
Relegated to the outer edge, on the fence-line we’re called nervous wreaks
Once brightly polished, shiny and new; ripped inside, our appearance askance
You could say that our value decreases, along with each Friday’s paycheck
Pinkie C. draws in her breath, lets it go in swirls of exhausting smoke
After a couple of hours or so the air finally clears
Jimmy G. spits, coughs and splutters; his stop and go is broke
He’s lost the use of his motor-skills, his life is going nowhere
We cajole and flatter, comfort, console; he’s still quite cavalier
Sets his upper lip in a grimace, stiff as New York plated silverware
Me, my name is Mercury M., much faster than the speed of light
Least-ways I was before being sent to the so-called city junk-yard
Days are spent watching rush-hour traffic; rearview mirror’s a 20/20 hindsight
Boss-man shows his ugly face; I know my fate is signed and sealed
Pinkie C. honks out a warning, “ Corroded battery says you’ll certainly die hard
You’ll never drive back to the valley, to the lonely streets of Bakersfield! ”
Hung mid-air, then freely slung; dropped into the crusher, fifty feet below
Disemboweled, I crack and crunch, whine and wheeze, groan and moan
Melted down to liquid metal, I feel the whole of me begin to flow
Into a different kind of shiny mold; renegade-red Super Stock Dodge
Granny only takes me out at night, she’s a helmeted commando
Daylight hours I’m camouflaged inside her geriatric green garage
She’s the Queen of Colorado Drag; no car faster, no car meaner
I’m called Midnight Colorado, the Brightly Rouged Bandito
Proudly owned by the Little Old Lady from Pasadena
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I see that your imagination is till working hard and over-achieving. This is a very hilarious poem and very well-crafted. I like the way you just ease the audience in slowly and comfortably
and then just as your poem begins to accelerate, BAM! You finally get it. It's about cars.
and then you go speeding along until you crash at the little old lady from Pasadena close.
I love how you used pop culture to convey your point! i'd run through it with a spell check, i thought i saw some things that looked kind of awkward, but the point is clear and well written! good job (i can see why emy, my clone, adopted you ^_~)
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Wow!! I loved it Nancy!! This poem is just really awesome!! The part at the end with the little old lady with this amazing car only driven at night but hidden away in the daylight hours is really great! Oh, and I love the little red devil animation at the top!!
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