Count beyond one
No more, no less
Dance with your
car – driving freak;
Cop wearing horse-
blinders must get
his quota – look
in your rearview
mirror – sweaty
palms & the jitters,
But only for a brief
moment in a year;
When the cop asks,
“Do you know why
you’re being pulled
over? ” And you say,
“Just don’t try &
Hairpin it on me! ”
‘2008’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem