Ready for a meal.
As it drove and rumbled with hungry breath,
All of the laws had been changed for the good.
It was enveloped in the shade of death.
Pistons fired like guns under the hood.
Each regulation had vanished for now.
The rolling big black truck was a true saint.
As it barreled down the highway the wow
Factor ceased all from having a complaint.
With the liberty to run the lone road
The big black truck kept cruising down the line.
Never pigeonholed or in the same mode,
It never stayed the same. It chose to dine.
The big black truck hurtled on, eating street.
Its grill was filled with glee as it ate meat.
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