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Edsel
Contributed by
randyjohnson
on
Wednesday, 30th May 2018 @ 03:00:22 AM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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I own something that makes my life a living hell.
I/'/ve become a social outcast because I drive an Edsel.
When I drive it, I hope that I/'/m having a nightmare, I hope I/'/m only dreaming.
When women see it, they won/'/t go out with me and they can/'/t stop screaming.
Ford almost became a laughing stock because they made this automobile.
This is a car that nobody will buy and it/'/s something that nobody will steal.
When I try to trade it in at car lots, the dealers shout.
I try to calm them down but they always cuss me out.
You/'/d better believe me when I say that this car is hated by all of humanity.
Why did I buy it in the first place, it must have been temporary insanity.
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2018-05-30 03:00:22]
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Re: Edsel
(User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on
Thursday, 4th July 2019 @ 08:23:25 AM AEST
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sometimes I feel
misbegotten
like I got nothing
to sell no more
the push button
to start the car
you just have to
stop and guess
that there
would be a
monopoly
with all the
means of
mass production
and sometimes
it seems
like the worker
is going to hell
because their
spirit is lost
because when
they can/'/t support
anyone
but at least
they made
some cars
that people
bought
old guys,
old gals,
and mass
transit
the internet
and social
media
And
Poetry
too
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