Pinging, Ponging. What’s that noise?
“It’ll be a rod or a shaft,”
says the Shell Station mechanic.
“Might even be the exhaust.”
Grease covered knuckles
scrape the air filter
leaving snail trails in the grime.
Grease monkey climbs aboard
to run up his money tail.
Ringing, Ronging. What’s that noise?
“It’ll be Visa, MasterCard, or Cash,”
says the cover-alled conspirator.
“No Checks Please.”
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