why people in Range Rovers always look terrified

why people in Range Rovers always look terrified

sweltering in your metal hell,
white knuckles cling to the wheel
like a dirty uncle
fingering clothes on a washing line.

your frown, snaps down
like a shutter.

this oversized vehicle,
has cost you your marriage.
your children are the strangers
laughing at you from the back seat.

through night after night
of bad, broken sleep,
this vehicle eats money.

every waking thought,
is fraught, with the panic
that someone will take this vehicle away from you.

or drag their upbringing
over the paintwork
with a key.

the worry has doubled your age,
halved your capacity to love.
and hunched in traffic,
your heart folds in on itself
like an old balloon.

the only difference,
between this vehicle
and a coffin,
is the price.