Tank

Endless money pit . Enduring remeberance of my dead dad who put it in his will , his wishes for me to gain independence from my dead beat husband at the time . Mother who never let me see you , clutches her purse strings to keep tank on the road . Her way of apologizing , or just another way to gain control . I do have a deep emotional connection to what you provide . A way to carry my baggage . A way to escape , get from a to b . You serainly have been reliable . I know your motors overdue to break down . Yet mother still pours money into you . Dispite me wanting to put you in her name , give up ownership . So she has no ownership of me and what I do with my body. Tank I will cry wholeheartedly when you're turned into scrap . Tank thank God for you , and what you have done for me . But I don't want to break up my family just to keep driving you . Dad is dead mum . No amount of money can bring him back . The tank is just a representation , thanks for your help . You have got me out of many financial difficulty's and strife . So if it's your last wish mum to carry on putting plasters on an open wounds who am I to stop you . As long as you  don't blame me when Laurel tanks out .