My Broken Car
I am the car that was only meant to get you through college. I wasn't meant to drive you to manual labor or part-time jobs. My hesitance to pull away from a stop is like the economy. My endless repairs are as plentiful as underwater mortgages and as heavy as your student loans. My lack of maintenance is like not funding two wars: costly and painful. My foreign label reminds you that "free trade" means more local jobs moving overseas. Your lack of funds for me is like your own lack of health coverage. So long as "buying local" means "shopping at Wal-Mart", so long as big cars and big houses exceed the size of what is truly needed, so long as "job creators" are held in higher regard than the unemployed, your country shall suffer. The worth of a nation is its ability to care for its weakest citizens. Patriotism is the last refuge of scoundrels. But I'm just a car, and I'm not taking you to anymore part-time minimum wage jobs