Can't see me now

O.K. It looks as if I'm safe here. No one is going to find this silly site. I think I will indulge in some fate-baiting by exposing myself to the window that faces a dense forest. I'm even going to leave that stupid metaphor.
Poetry:
I must go down to the garage again
Where the lonely Volvo beds
And all I ask is a good stout wrench
Faith,
Courage,
And leverage.
This one isn't too embarrassing, we'll see if I get caught. Then maybe..........maybe I'll tell THE STORY!