Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Wreckless Driving

The real constraints of turning the wheel
Is folly after folly
Left hand over right hand
Sighing with each relief
But when your relief turns to guilt
The trip is nothing but a playground
Each person running for their life
Dogs off leashes, kids crying
It looks like the end of the world out there
The apocalyptic failure is nothing but
A crazy person finding guilt
In all the right places
Their black SUV wants to be painted red
Just as their eyes are now
Were drugs the problem
Or maybe a mental breakdown
Possibly someone or something
Pushed them to the edge of the narrow sea
Without even noticing the end of the dock
They drive write into the sea
Ocean salt breezy morning makes mourning
For the dead to be lethargic today
May you burn in hell SUV driver

I'm not sure where this came from. I am pretty hungry, so that might have something to do with it? Probably not. I wanted it to sound like someone was there at the scene of this catastrophic event. Luckily, no one was hurt, except for the driver. Overall, this is a crazy poem.

I hope you enjoy!

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