A New Model
If my body was a car I would definitely be trading it in for a new model.
I’ve got bumps, dents, scratches and my paint job is splattered with varicose veins.
My headlights are out of focus.
My traction is not as graceful as it once was.
My headcloth is now grey.
My gearbox is just about seized.
It takes me hours to reach maximum speed.
I overheat for no reason.
But worst of all, every time I sneeze, cough or laugh –
either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires.