G My Driver.Oodnight - Poem by jerome moore
Lets put it this way.
I am the road and your trying to stay awake at the wheel.
You play loud music,
play with all the dials and temperatures.
You scream and tap your nails on the steering wheel and
even start to drive your fingers between your thighs to keep from crashing.
The sun is hitting and and I haven't even slept yet either
and the dew drips like honey off metals and I am sweating
How do you think the road is going to feel about you crashing?
Good night my driver.
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