Wednessday Poetry: Mercedes Part I

He drove a new

Mercedes.

Pride and Joy

Shiny, red.

He drove his new

Mercedes

When he wanted

To show off

His trophy,

Took care of it

For a while…

But then started to neglect Her.

Let her sit in his garage…

Waiting…Waiting…

Was she too high maintenance?

He felt he could no longer afford her…?

He traded in his

Mercedes

For something reflecting

His insecurities, guilt, self-worth.

He traded in his

Mercedes

For an old-beat up

Rusty Pinto.

Too many miles on it,

Driven by many.

He was only asking for

Trouble

As he drove down the road…

And Trouble

Was all he got.