Graphic by Corrina Riess.

EMILY SCHLORF | STAFF REPORTER | eschlorf@butler.edu 

Oh, Blue Indy

You take me all over town

From 38th Street to Mass Avenue

With a constant fear that you will shut down 

Though you can’t speed over 50

And your pickup can only be described as shifty,

You are always there, right outside my window — 

Your somewhat reliable lights shining bright indigo

Oh, Blue Indy

You are a counterfeit smart-car

That I am embarrassed to be seen in

To locals and visitors alike, you really just look bizarre

With each ride, 

I feel like I won’t survive, 

so be sure to tell my next of kin

At all costs, when you see a Blue Indy,

Just avoid getting in

Blue Indy, you all just look like bumper cars

Undoubtedly the most shameful way to get to the bars

And, with no aux cord or leg room

And an exterior made of plastic, each ride can summon doom

Oh, Blue Indy

You are a little ratchet

But let’s bury the hatchet

Since Uber and Lyft cost too much money

I’m okay with driving a car that looks kind of funny