Our fragile bodies
Are easily torn asunder
By collisions of moving vehicles
The ego and the superego
Put into intensive care
By collisions of moving psyches
Headfirst through the windshield
I mourned all through the night
Until the next day's busy rush hour
Bumper to bumper
I am not without feeling
Hate to drive alone after a collision
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