A lonely 2005 Suzuki M50 Boulevard,
Feeling the flesh that's between their legs,
Petrol rising inside the pipes,
A mechanical version of anger.
On it's slaving journey to deliver
An ungrateful master
to his orgy of consumption of organic matter
Inefficient, low energy fuel,
The vehicle buckles.
Rolling down the road,
a feeble fleshy creature,
damaged beyound repair.
Yet it is not yet satisfied.
The Suzuki goes into hiding.
Laying it's ambush amongst
Green, organic structures,
it waits patiently for
it's next prey.
Two humanoid creatures,
Inneficiently making their
way home, catch the eye of
our hero.
The bigger specimen is female,
a single mother in her forties,
and a youth, her son, of age 14,
Barely touched by his age.
The vehicle storms the unfortunate subjects,
breaking the youth's legs on impact,
and rendering the mother unconcious.
Laying on the streets,
feeble fleshy creatures,
soon to suffer a horrific fate.
The motorcycle feels it's fluids rising,
experiencing urges unfamiliar to it's kind,
yet, lacking compatible organs,
It is left to use it's exhaust.
The mother is the first to attract it's attention,
With many openings to choose.
The M50, after considering,
decides to assault her exhaust.
Sliding the vicious instrument in and out,
In plain sight of the youth,
Tearing the mother's lower body in half,
yet it is still to be satisfied.
Laying on the streets,
feeble fleshy creatures,
accidental victims of a maniacal machine.
The M50 approaches the youth,
The remains of his limbs satisfyingly crunching,
underneath the merciless wheels.
The youth has a differnt exhaust system,
the opening satisfyingly small,
the Suzuki proceeds to ravish the youth,
finding strange satisfaction in his screams.
Leaving the two worthless humans to come to their senses,
The vehicle leasurely leaves,
It's lust for humans ignited,
Searching for potential victims to molest.
Bleeding on the streets,
feeble fleshy creatures,
They will soon regain their concience.
I'm angry angry angry!
