Bitter Z06

Corvette Z06, 2010--hot off the press. My classy white suit with red pinstripes, you bought me after graduation. A bright future lay ahead of us. You polished me, and glazed me until the sun became jealous of my beam. Traveling the world together, that was the goal. But dreams come to sharp ends, don't they? The day you sat down in the drivers seat in your crazy black monkey suit and black and red striped tie, I understood it was over. You divorced me later when you married her, the girl who first sat on my virgin passenger leather in that skimpy red dress. No more waxes, no more washes, no more tune ups in the garage as Nickleback and Red blared from my Sony sub-woofers. If I had the choice, I would have refused to transport you to your honeymoon in Florida. And just like the beat up old Mustang from the Used Car Parking Lot told me, when the wife comes, the kids follow, and the practicality of a sports car drops to negative. One squealer later and I now reside in the Used Car Parking Lot and a Toyota Camry and Chevy Trailblazer take my place.