Your clutch is broken.
Slipping as I rev the engine;
Generating noise, with heat,
Screaming angry grinding gears,
Worn out parts of former finely-tuned
As ancient brasses blared and frenzied whoops
Clashed staggering across a register
In a tortured loop, forgetting the idea –
The purpose – once was traction.
Maybe we should stop.
And even try reverse?