😂😂 If i could get a vintage, perfectly preserved Chevy Luv, that would be my ride. But alas…I walk instead

Rust is a soul killer…

Cleverly penned, Reggie. An incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

My ride is the most unreliable vehicle on Consumer’s Digest multiple years running – A Jeep.
I’ll get another one.
I like your poem, though. I never thought about how much a guy’s car is a reflection of his penis. Thanks for that.

Yes,yes. love it.

I’m drawn to this like a moth to flame. 🦋

Cheater.

Cleverly penned, Blue. Great write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Go back and edit at the last two lines. There’s a space in the word “shoe”.

We always wonder if past lovers think about us… it’s a natural thing. Particularly at the grocery. And for all you guys out there that fucked me… yes, I remember you – particularly in produce when I’m looking through the cucumbers.

Seriously, Blue – I can relate. Now put your shoes in the dryer and go back for that check out boy.

The metaphor of the shoe in the washing machine certainly heightens the auditory senses in the overall underlying anxiousness.
Great work Blue.