I’ll throw you
The whip..”
That empty promise
Almost cost Indy
His life.
Today, it was an idle
Of a different spelling
That whipped up
My stress levels
And threw a life
Less ordinary
Into a state
Of absolute panic.
Twas a faulty
Idle air
Control valve
That left me stalled
In a pitch black,
Spider infested cave
In the middle
Of nowhere…
Or the parking lot
At work…
Same difference.
Abandoned
And left for dead,
I saw my
Financial future
Pass before my eyes
As I pondered
How I could
Possibly afford
A brand new car.
But I escaped
That temple of
Monetary doom
When I was informed
A new idle
Had been found
And installed.
In what I hope
Will be
My last crusade
To the mechanic
For quite some time,
I heroically rode off
Into the sunset,
A lonely adventurer
In his ark
Of an Oldsmobile,
Which had once again
Miraculously risen
From the dead.
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