Unrequited love poem from my wheelchair to a shopping trolley

So I’m not alone on the stage 

I’m here with 

pervis 

my wheelchair 

and he’s a bit wrong 

and a little bit dirty really

this is an

Unrequited love poem from him to a shopping trolley

There were sparks between us

(literally)

I ran into her

as i rounded the corner

to fast

and we collided

my metal grinded against her metal

and well I don’t know weather it was consensual

It all happened in a flash

like I was being driven

by some unknown hands

propelled

forward 

She, she was empty

The kind of empty.

Only shopping can fill.

Damn she looked good 

carrying a load

She was shining under the fluro lights

Pushed up agaist the baked-beans

I wanted to say you make can-goods 

Look so good babe

You 

you 

make my wheels wobbly 

and my bearings loose

I wanna pop a trier for u 

let my air out 

Ever so slowly

You

you immobilise me 

I wanna liberate u from this monotony 

Take u on a joy ride 

Use you in ways u weren't intended

I want to have u 

to go down 

A hill  

with me 

I wanna stop servicing others 

and service each other 

I wanna slide a coin into ur slot 

I wanna rub tires with you 

Grind rims with u

touch ur small frount wheels to mine 

Oh who am I kidding I wanna 

Ram u so hard that we will both carry the marks on our frames forever  

But Coles is no place for such rimanctic gestures 

And I am being driven my a dyke with a burning desire for

Chocolate milk

As I get wheeled away from u 

I can only hope some picks u up

Fills u up

And drives u the way u deserve to be driven