Forget Keats, forget Yeats. An unnamed Mazda RX-7 owner has penned the world’s saddest poem. Found in the missed connections section of Austin, Texas’s craigslist, it tells the tale of a new FC owner that found his formerly original-paint ’88 was no longer so mint. Here, read the poem in its entirety and weep:
You parked next to me, on a rainy night at the Moviehouse and Eatery.
My red rx7, newly obtained, rust unstained, sat in a parking spot.
When you pulled in, you overshot.
An old 88, with beautiful factory original paint, sat glistening in the night. I came out to a fright.
But you didn’t care, you didn’t think. You hit my car, what a fink.
The front left fender bears a scar, a spot undamaged for 26 years on this car.
You left no note, with me or the theatre. My car is left in the state of a beater.
The money and materials are less the matter, but your lack of compassion makes me sadder.
I have been in a state of depression, longing for anything to rid me of this oppression.
That rhyme was lame, I do admit. But that sin I have to commit,
because dear people who read this ad
I want you to know that hitting and running is bad.
You hurt not only the car, but the person inside
to know that someone was so cruel to their sweet ride.
You can see the damage done in the original post on craigslist.