Nothing for the car to feel.

Madmen write of stories fought,
Lesson twist for lady's wrist.
Sordid path of those long passed,
What to find to run at for?
Planet flies from later grades,
Those who smile grow outwardly,
Flailing powder by dropping out,
While in those lands a father frowns.
Pretend he fled the listless mind,
For candid life avails the good!
Block our money clan as lions would,
Forgetting plans of lighter falls;
To reveal washed thoughts over tea.
Women of sound plead for power,
Frightened from past currents,
Alive by slighting fallen homes,
Their blood saddled and left to serve.