So, Break the Four-Stroke Cycle - a Poem for Day Nine of PAD

Yes, I'm posting a day late. (Busy weekend!) 

Here is the prompt for day nine of PAD:

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “So (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles could include: “So Cool,” “So Stupid,” “So Not What I Would’ve Done,” “So Sweet,” or so many other possibilities.

So, Whatever Gets You down the Road

So, Break the Four-Stroke Cycle

So, you say you can’t speak
so good about
so many things but automobiles because
so many subjects escape you. You suck and have
so little education, you say, and you
so want to blame your clunker of a life upon
so many others—when you know that
so many times you could have squeezed
so many opportunities, popped your four-stroke engine
so far-off from where it started.

So, I tell you to look outside yourself,
so be it, out of the windows of your gas-guzzling heap of a life, not
so far you forget where you came from, just
so far that you operate more than for
sowing disrepair. Just keep in mind not to blow it and that
so
     me
          times, one of the alternatives—stop-start systems—are not
so efficient. It’s better to keep chugging along with the old tried and true.


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