Plastic dog on the dashboard, grinning like a neon god,
tail wagging static in the midnight pod.
I tune your bark to 88.9, chrome tongue licking moonlight,
every woof a pixel, every pant a lie.
Ride shotgun through the vinyl night,
fake fur flashing traffic-light white.
Love me, shock me, melt in the glare—
kiss me with a battery stare.
Till dawn corrodes your acid grin,
keep spinning, spinning, spinning within.