And he left him in the distance,
many horses driving pistons,
had a Yankee four-wheel drive
made him feel fully alive.
Praise be to the Cherokee
Indian tribe that once was free,
now the Hemi five-point-seven
you should hear the bastard revvin'.
Flying through the desert heat
Native power, hard to beat.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hemi-five-point-seven/
