2Elyssa Johnson
Its florescent orange shade is as blinding as the sun
The doors open skywards like robot arms
Its 571 horsepower has adrenaline like an impala.
Black leather interior as black as fatality
The stereo system cranked as deafening as last night's rock show
The chrome helms are polished like diamonds on a jewel encrusted cell phone
I impel my Lamborghini at an extreme speed
I ride it like a dragster
No hammer shall ever distort its metal exterior
No other shall ride it on the roads
It will constantly be mine