Thru a Mirror Darkly

When I was there I was here.
I asked you to speak and you said drive.
I drove and then you said to back-up
And park between the aisles.

The smiles all faded with the prices
That kept coming down to the point
That I asked you why bother steering them
In the first place and you said reverse.

Now the volume is equal to the torque
And I ask you again why it matters
And you say that it doesn’t have to
As long as the price is lower.

13 plus 13 plus 13 is where you won’t pass
Rev up to the red line, give it the gas
And parallel park next to the wall
Where the shelves shake but don’t fall.