A Fate Worse Than Fast

Some say the devil drives a black Corvette.
Flames on the side, hitting ninety-five
Disappearing down a long, dark stretch
Into the dead and unforgiving night.

But I say the devil drives an '83 Toyota
Hazard lights flashing on the side of the road
Rusted out and rolling ever so slowly
Wherever the devil might fancy to go.

People on the interstate pass him by
Busy with troubles on their mind
But he rolls along in a lazy gait
Happy to drive- happy to wait.