My Classic car

My wheel fell off, the right one in the back
when I was turning into ethel avenue
the screws never tightened to the rack
carelessness, incompetence makes me blue

I was lucky I was turning in
would I have been really fast
more than just screeching scratching
my drive would have been my last

how can I again trust these guys
last time the white SL they scratched
I should no longer compromise
they haven't even the first patched

They are all chancers, have no fear
of others' expensive assets dismantle
they brake, scratch, bend and smear
twist, bang , burn the control mantle

and make you pay for what they did
lying that was broken, bent, faulty
cough up, no mercy, no plead
words with lies peppered, salty

Better ask my untrained son
that a knack for mechanics he has
intelligence by the ton
he will succeed with all that jazz

My green baby I can't drive
until the wheel is repaired
a solution he has to connive
for all this to be squared

A deal I have agreed
with my successor dear
a tool box I buy, greed
for the car problem to clear

Two weeks have passed
the wheel is dismantled
no solution is posseded
nothing to be disassembled

I need my baby to run
without it I am incomplete
What must I do, my Son
to have it back on the street?