Poem by Aram Stefanian
As she wrapped her car around a tree
A weird thought ran through her mind:
'If I'm feeling no pain, then my soul is free
I'll have to part with the daily grind''
She tried desperately to get out of the car
But the door was smashed and didn't obey
Seeing on her arm an ugly bloody scar
She fainted, wishing she was melted away
When the cops were towing her car out
They were amazed to find no driver inside
Though one of them had a gnawing doubt
That he heard a woman crying over a joyride
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