Highway 23 

The car is my transport; I shall not walk.
It taketh me to shop in the strip malls: 
It leadeth me to find the low prices.
It restoreth my youth: 
It leadeth me down the ramps to new highways and interstates.
Yea, though I drive a commute filled with road rage,
I will fear no evil: for thou art SUV;
thy heighth and thy breadth they comfort me.
Thou commandeth a budget precluding plans for the presence of bicycles:
I replenish thy tank with oil; thy pump runneth over.
Surely Exxon and BP shall supply us all the days of our lives: 
and I shall dwell in the refuge of my car forever.
© 1998 B.C. Brown