An impulsive washer fluid junkie
This is what I am, I can't avoid it
I tug the wiper arm like a monkey
As my windshield wears dirt and grime and spit
The amber light clicked on, glowed, warning me
I gasped - low fluid - a terror and shock
Without the precious fluid, I can't see
I am sure none will hesitate to mock
I've used two gallons since I changed my oil
While a dirty windshield I tried to foil


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