What do you call rust when it’s green? (a poem)

A brief poem(ish) written on my phone—too tired to do more…

My car is crusted over—
grusted over?—
like a pond covered with a layer of algae

Resistant to rain
allergic to car washes

Undercover
no paint job needed

No wonder
I get away with so much

(14 July 2018)

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