My Heart is a Lemon
As soon as I drove off the lot,
it's alignment was bad.
And a slight drift is enough
to send you off the road,
eventually, if you keep driving.
Every sixteen year-old knows
the driver is always at fault.
Signs were prolific. At first
I ignored the pull, then I tried to realign
my vehicle. I'm no mechanic though,
just a son of self-corrected steering and inevitability.
At some milepost, at some turn,
I knew it would be this messy.
My heart is a lemon.
I would like a new one please.