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Death On Wheels - Poem by TMA

I’m the designated driver
And ‘I swear to drunk I’m not God’
And this trembling in my fingers
As I grip the steering wheel
Is just down to the cold
On this dark, starless night.

The window is wide open
The biting night air
Cuts into my face
So don’t worry, I’m ok
I’ll get you all home
Safe and sound.

If only the road would keep still –
Now I have to keep swerving
To stay on it
And I could swear this is a one-lane road
Yet two sets of brake lights up ahead?
Just what is going on?

We’re almost at the bridge now
You know, the one which that drunk guy
Flew off in his car last week
What a blundering idiolt – I mean idiot –
Don’t people – hic – know to – hic- always assign
A designated driver?

But don’t worrrrrlyy…sorry, worry…
I’ll get you all – hic – safely ho- ho- ho-

Comments about Death On Wheels by TMA

  • Star Crossed Lady (11/29/2010 8:07:00 AM)

    it is very tragic but it is supose to send a message that drinking and driving is wrong and dangrous. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 22, 2010

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