Tower of Mockery

A strong tower
Standing tall
Its burdensome power
Mocks my car
“Ha ha,” it says
As I turn the key
“Your transmission’s dead”
O, the mockery!

A Nissan Maxima
’89 Maroon
Flies down the boulevard of broken dreams
No delay for Doom
The front wheels catch
All weight shifts forward
The car, it flips
I sit there, bored

The tower looks on
In laughing jest
If huffs and cooks
Its plan of mess
But in mid-air
While crowds collect
They yell, they cheer
To witness this wreck

But disappointment
Meets their faces
They must pitch tents
In unfamiliar places
For the ’89 Maroon
Lands four-wheels-flat
No sudden doom;
No raging cat.

I look the tower
In the eye
“Now I have power”;
Thus sayeth I
I turn the key
“Hey, watch your head!”
I step and flee
Dodge a boulder instead

“Hey tower, nice try,
But I’m still alive!
When next you plot
To make me die
Just keep in mind
My powermous eye
Within my head
All knowledge lies!”

So off I sped
Into the sunset
The strong tower
Fading in some distant horizon.