Cars

I wished for a yellow Ferrari
But dad said
They cost an arm and a leg.
So I'll settle for a bright red Porshe
Or maybe a vintage Rolls Royce instead.
My uncle drives a pimped out Cadillac.
The mileage on it never ceases to amaze.
Insides a different story though
The car-stereo is like an electronic maze.
I wished for a sleek Mercades
With tinted windows
Like I was in the Mob.
An auto-tracker on my dashboard
With whining alarm courtesy of my key fob.
I'll speed away in my Bentley
Leaving football stars in my wake.
A monster on the dual carriage way
Read slow and then slam on the brakes.
I dreamt of an L.A. low rider
The speakers vibrating with bass.
Up and down to Chicano music
Before disppearing without any trace.
My new year's resolution is no speeding
I'm too young to wind up dead.
Mum got it right when she said
Dad should have just got me
A Yellow Ferrari instead.


By Raymond Enisuoh