Randy Johnson


Taxi Driver - Poem by Randy Johnson

(This is a fictional poem)

Last week I gave a ride to a member of the Crips.
He shot me in the wiener when I asked for a tip.
I'll never give a gang member a ride again.
I'm really sick of getting these bullets within.
Yesterday I thought I'd be safe when I gave a ride to a nun.
But when I asked for a tip, the damn lady pulled out a gun.
She shot me in the crotch and blew off one of my balls.
The pain is so great that to reach my taxi, I have to crawl.
The people have no morals and they show no pity.
Please don't ever be a taxi driver in this damn city.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 4, 2008



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