Introduction

Looking around, I kept noticing that EVERYONE on the road was either a van or an SUV. Feeling like a serious minority, I was inspired to write this poem about the hostile takeover of the 4-door sedan. I will miss you, my little car... so sorry you had to die!

Obituary of the Car: Circa 2000

They're taking over
Everywhere!
like some old 60's horror fare
We're helpless
to their mutant strain

A hybrid minivan-station wagon
Auto DNA
would never be the same!

Hitler would have been impressed
with such total dominance
How can 2 door ever survive
when the beasts outnumber them
4 out of 5?

It's a total annihilation
of sorts
closed casket decided the funeral home,
for none can bear to see the remains-
once our vehicle of choice,
now the defeated carcass of rubber & chrome

it seems the car's been put to rest
in favor of the ultimate pest
the four-wheel drive will stay alive

as they peel out they throw dirt onto the grave
a token of their doleful respect
and as their smoking tailpipe disappears from sight
it seemed I heard the SUV's cry-
their predecessor had to die

I don't think they spent too many tears
Mourning the passing of the automobile
Leaning down closer, the epitaph read:
"As Nietzsche might have said.
'CAR is DEAD'".

Copyright; Faline
Email: faline@poem.org
Web Site: http://greg-n-andrea.com