a sonnet to the Nissan Altima

Oh Dearest Nissan Altima Driver,

Thou art more douchy than a Summer’s Eve®

In dreams, I stab you with a screwdriver

Compared to you, men in trucks are a reprieve

I thought people who drive Accords are worst

Hark! The Altima is what God has cursed

In scalding acid I wish you immersed

Every large sedan in the universe

In no way is your commute practical

Wow! A driver uglier than the car!

No, your lane change was not tactical

My heart sinks when I see you from afar

A car less reliable, there is not

Such anger! Guess I’ll go home and smoke pot