BUTTONED FUCHSIA LEATHERETTE

Satirical, lyrical, you are Cupid (probably) and you must defend your lovingly upholstered transport system from fried coins dispensed by The Rust Midas, the  cremated remains of ancient roads  that are as harsh as lunar regolith, and ironing board centaurs (more utility than bionic) who ruck it all up with their tubular feet. And you also battle with Entropy.