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i enjoy what i see

 My contacts are mirrors,

and mind you, I enjoy what I see.

And if you could see through them;

I know you would love me.

For I’m such a show piece,

yes, a prize to behold.

With my collector’s chassis

that is much better than gold.

For I’m ‘the’ perfect relic

with my horseless carriage plate!

And what about this finish?

I think it’s first rate!

But don’t kick my tires,

or I’ll start blowing my horn.

To make your life miserable;

at least till I leave in the morn’.

And now as I leave you

with total disrespect.

I still need money for gas;

Oh please.  What the heck!

 29 April 1995