Out of Gases and Sunglasses
I buy the cheap sunglasses,
Whatever I can find.
My cash is spent on gases,
The automotive kind.
I can’t afford the fancy shades,
The pricey, hip new styles;
My car needs petrol, lowest grades,
To drive a few more miles.
I steer my motor ‘round the bends
And squint, so I can see.
But my generic tinted lens,
Won’t block the UV-B.
Still, I can’t justify the cost
Of sunglasses with class.
I have to pay for my exhaust.
My vehicle needs gas.
Who needs to drop a hundred bucks
To polarize their sight?
We use C-notes to fill our trucks,
And drive them just at night.
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