I have a rock that is my pet,
goes everywhere with me.
Though someone drew a snake on him,
he’s patient as can be.

He listens while I loudly vent
about my days events.
He never offers wrong advice
or thinks my plans are bent.

He never yells, he never cries,
just quiet as can be.
He lets me hug, though he is cold,
he doesn’t push from me.

There’s times I’ve washed him with my tears.
He keeps my secrets well.
I’ve poured out all my heart to him.
I know he’ll never tell.

He loves the road trips that I take,
enjoys the sights we see.
He wont complain how bad I drive,
he loves to be with me.

At times he disappears from sight
whenever I brake hard.
He sometimes flies right by my head …
he can be quite a card.

Sometimes I have to pull him from
beneath my driver’s seat.
I reassure him all is good.
He trusts me, that’s so neat.

He puts up with my rants and raves
and road rage as I scream.
He never judges me at all …
stays neutral, so it seems.

He’s always ready for a fight
in case I must be bad.
I’ll throw him at a driver if
he really makes me mad.

 

 

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