A Poem A Day
2005 / 06 / 27 - Crazy Drivers - Poem by A Poem A Day
Have you ever driven a car? I bet
The answer is yes, unless
You didn't drive in Lebanon yet
Which is harder than winning in chess.
For our crazy drivers, we're known
Mostly, they have barely turned thirteen
One hand on the wheel, other on the phone
They think you should stop when the light's green.
The seat belt, for them, is an old fashion
And road signs are a weird outdoor decoration,
They also don't respect the speed limit:
Risking life and making accidents is fun, ain't it?
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