Cars. Can't they work.
You spend your money,
You get it as a perk,
but when it breaks down,
It's never funny.

A money sink!
That's what I cry.
Buying it you never think,
That within the month,
It'll turn and die.

But on and on in this life,
we go on chasing,
awaiting for the time,
till the road we run,
into the sun we're face.

A drive with a loved one,
A break down before it's time,
these things come upon,
No warnings, no reasons,
it's just a crime.

--inspired by the last few days