Behind The Wheel by homme d'potpourri published on 2016-11-10T22:28:35Z He knows his machine Inside and out But no doubt still doesn't get it Keeping it clean, a well-calibrated dream Has become a kind of personal fetish "More horsepower!" he cries, a crazed look in his eye, To burn more quickly the bones Of the world's last masters, he'd like to go faster Off the cliff and into hellish unknown A bug or a feature- to help it run nice So he could more precisely look over His particular field, he took out the windshield And installed a window to the motor Who wants to jump out of a moving car? It helps when you've got zero good choices The peanut gallery tries to backseat drive He revs up and drowns out our voices Strongman, deliver us from this maniac! It doesn't take a mechanic to see He's in love with himself and his suicide ride The driver doesn't care about me