My Hell Of A Private Driver Poem by RIC BASTASA
My Hell Of A Private Driver
at long distance travels
i get this hell kind of a private driver
who does not care if he dies
or i die
as though life in this instance
has no meaning
at all
recklessly, i say no word
and he says no word
perhaps we feel the same thing
when we left
home.
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5/4/2024 9:17:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A fantastically done poem