In one of my poems I say my car is me.

Lately perhaps my phone is me. It has been lately telling me what my New Year Resolutions are and what to do. 

My car is me I am stripped naked Late at night i hear tiger frogs The cool breeze cures my Virsisitude My car has my money In my car is my clothes My car goes to work Without my car I am stripped naked My car goes places While I seem stuck. I lock my things in my car So i can go naked. My car can become cool. My car can become warm. But I am stuck in the weather. I am stuck without my car. I would not see the person that i love without my car. DS Poem July 3, 2014