Ferrari If you were a Ferrari i would be your mechanic i would familiarize greatly with your innermost parts and tune them until they sang i would adjust your timing until sparks flew at precisely the correct moment i would torque your heads and adjust your flow and turn your crank until smoothness gave supreme satisfaction. ... If you were a house i would be your carpenter; i would nail your boards until they required replacement fatigued from constant driving piercing puncturing pounding pressing; i would cut nothing, size everything to fit with detailed attention - not forcing but constancy. ... If you were a fire truck i would be your hose; collapsed and limp, i would rise correct to the occasion full and firm ready to squirt spurt spray in all directions; empty everything to your pleasure soak you up and soak you down - soaking and soaking and soaking and soaking. ... If you were death i would be your decay; i would dessicate flesh upon bone peel back lips upon gaping jaws i would bloat organs i would be the end of dreams i would be the end of motion.