Ozymandias II

I met a guy I used to know, who said: "You take your '57 Karnak, now, The model that they called their Coop de Veal That had the pointy rubber boobs for bumpers-- You take that car, owned by a nigger now Likelier'n not, with half its chromium teeth Knocked down its throat and aerial ripped off, Side stitched with like bullets where the stripping's gone And rust like a fungus spreading on the fenders, Well, what I mean, that fucking car still runs, Even the moths in the upholstery are old But it gets around, you see one on the street Beat-up and proud, well, Jeezus what a country, Where even the monuments keep on the move."