Edith Lo Bue
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The teenager chatters to his dad
As he speeds the interstate and brags
About how fast he drives his car
He hears his nagging grandmother say, "Luck, so far".
His mother sits behind him and prays
That he'll come to his senses and stop this craze
Later, she'll take him off and chew him out
And suffer in agony as they shout
She'll ask him to vision a scene on the side of the road
Two little girls and a teenager robbed of a chance to grow old
How can we reach this boy before it's too late
Get him to understand that lives are not his to take