He dashed across the street
because he saw her across the way
Nearly panicked, he was not careful
and splashed across the hood of a taxicab.
As he looked down - a final time -
and saw his own entrails spill across his disjointed leg,
she, who never got no respect before, until recently that is -
now off welfare and walking the streets -
coldly, took pen in hand and wrote:
LA plate 586b722,92 Ford Taurus,
and checked a box:
(X) expired meter $15
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I would like to translate this poem
So he got hit by a taxi?
... and she didn’t notice or care...
...and she didn’t even notice.....