Lust

Cars on the PIE

Sometimes you have too many, you wonder where they grew, Sometimes you have too few, you really have no clue.

You get the fast ones, who zoom by in a flash, And the slow ones, whose back of the head you wanna bash.

They have their good days, (Friday Mornings) And their bad ones. (Monday Mornings)
You have the ones whom you just wanna F**k, And those who got run over by a truck.

Then it suddenly occurred to me,
Like an epiphany.

That Cars on the PIE,
Are actually Women.