Imitation of the poem “Caged Bird” by Maya Angelou

A free car runs, on the back of the road, flies down the hill

and turns around, in the sunset, and tests the cops

But a car that drives, down its road, cannot see

the happiness, his tires are flat, so he yells for help

the broken car yells, a loud air horn, of danger

but wanting peace, he is heard, down a road

for the broken car, yells for help, the car thinks of gas

and gas was made, and oil is waiting, and he takes the food

but the car dies, his last breaths, his tires are flat

so he yells, the broken car, with a loud yell

of danger, but wants peace, his yell is heard

down a road, from the broken car, yells for help