It's true, there is.

[smore222]

There is a bottle
Of brake fluid in my picnic basket.
It smiles at me.
Its happy yellow cylinder
A lonlely entity.
It desires, oh it's true
It wants to slow it down.
It wants to rest for a while.
Unrelaxing unwind.
Its stops are painfully poisonous.
I don't want to, though I'm tired,
I just don't care to
Take a break.