Elyssa 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