On Impact Poem by Ima Ryma

A jaywalker is what I am.
I lure the vehicles into
Giving me a real body slam.
Any make or model will do.
Battered in the no walking zone,
The rush of hit is all I felt,
As vans plowed through my flesh and bone,
And sports cars hit below the belt.
But, best of all was this last one.
I timed the movement perfectly.
It was the ultimate in fun.
A steamroller rolled over me.

A hospital is my confine -
Rooms 25 through 29.