Treasure Island

Flying Lemming

(England)

The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 194


I don’t understand why all the fuss
I didn’t actually hit that bus
I think you just worry too much
When you hear me ride the clutch
It may seem fast from your seat
But in my car my powers complete
My style of driving please don’t question
I think red lights are just a suggestion
When playing chicken I never lose
I know the driving dont’s and do’s
Talk on the phone you’ll end up dead
So as I drive I text instead
I weave through traffic as I dash
Speed limits are for people who crash
They don’t apply to someone like me
Who controls their car perfectly
I’ve never had an accident on the roads
Though it is true I have seen loads

Submitted: Thursday, February 28, 2008
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