My Name Is Reckless Poem by David Harris

My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.

I ignore all the honking horns
as I weave through the traffic
in the sports car I bought last week.
I’m the greatest driver
you ever want to meet.

You see my name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.

No one can beat me
as I race down roads everywhere.
The speed limit
mean nothing to me,
that for only learners

Because my name is reckless,
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.

I took my mate out
for a spin to show him all I new.
We raced around the roads.
I’d driven down them before
so I knew them like the back of my hand.

My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.

As we raced along
an articulated lorry
was stretched across the road.
I knew I could go under it
so I told my mate to duck.

My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.

My mate didn’t hear me
as the music was so high
so when the roof came off so did my mate as well.
I escaped with minor injuries,
but my mate died at the scene.
They told me they were charging me
with careless driving,
but I soon told then a thing or two.

My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.

Unfortunately, my statement
didn’t wash with them.
The judge sent me down
for a three-year stretch.
He took away my licence
and threw it in the bin.
I protested saying.

My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.