HUMMER

.
used to be a hummer
he'd hum there all day long
whilst riding on an edge
his hum became a song
.
when he was a bummer
people'd gasp at his silly width
he never really parked
belonged-
or even fit!
.
as hummer disguised as zinger
he was on all accounts a winner,
folks made their way
in expectance of
dead-ringer!
.
little did they know
about the secret deal
why somewhere in his song
hummer'd lost a wheel
.
or how he still felt it...
.
recalling road rage violence,
hallucinating junk yards
and conveyor-belt car-washes;
.
he topped up his tank,
his engine purred,
he looked at his sad gash,
alone...
.
up and out on the open road
hummer rocked and rolled,
drove like he had a boy's soul
so, he didn't feel that old
.
he mapped out all his routes
revisited side streets
t'was high time t'find tyre
the keeper of his beats
.
with every single toll paid,
hummer sought his spinner
there where they'd been way-laid
at grid's end,
on his edge
.
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