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I’m sitting in a BMW i8.

It’s black with electric blue around the wheels and the headlights.

The seats are leather and heated, my ass is warm.

I’m sipping a cup of hot-chocolate made with oat milk. Cows milk is for baby cows.

All windows are up, I hate the sounds of those grotty voices nearby.

Does it look like my car needs cleaning?

Only me and I’m stuck.

Is there ever traffic at 0333 hours?

I’m not moving.

Engulfed in thought processes.

Delinquent of 70% responsibilities.

I’m not a passenger.

I’m not a red light.

I’m not another car in a queue.

I’m not even there.

Driver

I just want to be Unique.

STOP!

Seatbelts, please!

I just want to be Unique.

GO!

Gain on em’

Run them the fuck over.

Oops!

Let’s get you in the sex.

Pause.

Seatbelts, please!

I just want to be Unique.

This is all me.

This is all me.

This is all me.

Driver, slow down. I need to watch my foes cross part way.

Beep! Beep!

Run em’ all down.

So evil on a Sunday, the day of the Lord.

Damn.

I told myself I don’t need help.

Can you hear em’ crying? Nah? Well move on.

I can’t complain.

This is all me.

This is all me.

This is all me.

DRIVER, SHUT THE FUCK UP!

I like listening to the rain, when it rains as I sit in the back.