She looked at the car
For the billionth time
It was advertised as
Hunter Green
But there was an unmistakable
Tinge of chartreuse
(Reminiscent of diaper changes)
No doubt the paint chemist
Who may have been texting
His cheating wife
Or working through
A Sunday night drunk
Erred
And the color stood
Worth the price, though
Can claim the color is unique
Beggars can’t be choosers
Mom always said
So she took out her
Five hundred dollars in cash
Earned by standing on her feet
By the street
US 19 South
Waving a giant foam hand
For a pawn shop advertising gold
In the freaking Florida heat
Dancing and singing to tunes
On her MP3
Music saving the day
And so she bought the car
Whose paint job was the best of it
Because under the hood
Horrors lurked
For a poor mother of two
Proving
Mercury Retrograde
Was not the time to buy
Someone will have to be blamed
Might as well be ol’ Mercury
God of Communication
God of Travel
He just must have his revenge
Even on the innocent…
© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)