Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 A Working Gal

The car possessed, I am Christine,

Back on the road and self employed,

Rides in a driverless machine.

I try not to get so annoyed

With the humans, cuz most just are

A helpless, hopeless piece of junk.

So now when gets in this car,

My attitude from hood to trunk

Is customer is always right,

Unless, until I am done wrong,

Which turn signals an awful fight

For whoever's riding along.

A perfect ride if I'm tipped well,

Otherwise rider goes through hell.