Green Machine

by N J Thornton   May 6, 2007


I drive
a high speed green machine
with brushes for
brakes

I'll do what ever possible
to keep the City happy.

Except, give way to
other traffic.

I was here first and
I am green.

**Another odd one, inspired by the "high speed green machine" (a road and path sweeper) that I saw pushing its way around the roundabout. Take this however you please.

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