Parts scarce and techs rare, a storm does brew,
Ford and GM stirred, as older carriages age too.
Like snails on a leaf, we find in summer's heat,
Our steeds humming but not a gallop in their feet.

From Roe's thickets, a path diverged and blurred,
In-utero rights, a paradox uttered and heard.
Like rabbits cornered, laws dart state by state,
In the womb's hidden dell, access swings on fate's gate.

Back to mechanical beasts, repair, a steep climb,
Old dogs wheeze, their parts frozen in time.
Ford and GM anxious, as gears grind and stutter,
Oh summer, why hast thou cast us in this rut of utter?

by Guillemette de Ventadour

a centaur