Dig Me

It's here I sit amid this ruin and rancor

Like tire irons, toothy grills, and car parts before me

The acid rain floods my floorboards,

Burns my pores, and rots my upholstery

Once I was worshipped, polished magnificently

Now I lay in decay

By the dirty angry bay

I'm ready to leave

I wanna get out of here

I'm ready to ride away

I don't wanna die in here

I'm ready to ride

My skin is metallic now, now longer an elegant powder blue

My body unhinged and sleeping in the jungle

Of motor block manifolds and metal relics

What was deluxe becomes debris,

I never questioned loyalty,

But this dead end demolishes the dream

Of an open highway

Dig me.

But don't

Bury me