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Drunk Driver
He's the life of the party
but death at the wheel
watch him fumble around for his keys
which he dropped on the ground
in his drunkening reel
as he looks for them on hands & knees.
He locates them at last
and he unlocks the door
to his shiny brand-new death machine.
When he stomps on the gas
you can hear the car roar
not unlike a loud devilish scream.
He then shifts to reverse
and he lets out a laugh
as he carelessly steers down the drive
un-beknownst to the drunk
there's a child in his path
only four....but he'll never reach five.
Then the drunk stumbles out
and stands over the child
laying down on the pavement so still
and he howls in his grief
like a wolf in the wild
as he mourns for his own senseless kill.
He turns back to the child
and he stares at his face
as he feels salty tears start to run
and his heart starts to break
from the terrible waste
as he looks at the face of his son !!
Copyright © October 2000 William G. Cross
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