A car was built
On seven wheels
Each tire —
A new direction
Its seven motors
Scratched and screamed
The power of

It never moved
But that was not
The point
It was made for;
Instead designed
To stay and rot —

The people gathered
To behold
The display of
Pure power
Until the weather
Grew bit cold
And crushed the
Babel’s tower

And books were written
Poems, songs
About the great
That raged with fire
Rang the gongs
And brought us much





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