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.
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