By Anonymous
What do you do
with a broken-down body
chalk full of spirit?
Doctor I beseech you! Tow
me from this wasteland junkyard.
Polish my dull veneer.
Pump up my flat tires.
Charge my weak battery.
Fill my tank to the brim
so I can rev my engine,
zoom down Broadway
with my radio blasting,
“I HAVE RETURNED”.