My Car’s Not A Good Counselor
By larry r Linville

I’ve been confined to my house a week
and cabin fever was getting bad.
I’ve been fighting a case of shingles
and the itching gettin bad.

Today it got the best of me
so I went to talk to my car
to tell it why I’d deserted it
but I don’t think my talk got me far.

I don’t think my car had missed me.
It seemed to enjoy all its rest.
It rolled it head lights and shrugged
so now I was feeling more stressed.

I thought it would make me feel better
when I stood there with feelings to share
but it seemed to have no compassion
at least not enough it could spare.

I’ll soon be feeling much better
and I’ll climb in that car with a grin
and I’ll back it from the garage
and drive out for a good long spin.