I’ve got a new car. It goes better than my old one.
The places it takes me to aren’t better.
It just gets me to them in a better way.
The places are the same, only worse for being looked at
again. The people are definitely worse.
I want whole new people.
I want people like my new car, which is new,
and smells sweet and artificial inside.
It’s not possible, but I want that.
I want you to be new. I want to be
inside new you and to drive you insane.
Insane would be better. Let’s go there.
Just get in the car now, please.

Published in Sport 39, 2011