#6.5 Liter ( a la Emily D) + Guitar Geekery, Again

My Escalade — is Noble —
Eight Sparks — it goes at Will
Its doors — the gates of Excess —
Forever roll — the Rims

More room than Heaven’s mansions —
No Hyundai dare approach —
Toyota — under my Wheels —
Honda — left in Smoke —

Fuel tank drawn from Oceans
Of Oil from whitened Sands —
When rolls the Cart Triumphant
No conscience tug demands —

High above — the Masses
Far beyond Critique
All shudder when I Steer her
I am — the One Unique

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In other news, I recently broke three of my nails on my picking hand — badly so.

This means I’m finally learning to flatpick, at least as a temporary measure.

Funny how small a difference in motor skills can be so difficult to master.