Don't text and drive
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Up Ahead
Stands a figure
A hooded figure.
All around me is chaos,
the screams from the Fields of Punishment
Echoes in my head.
His hand reaches to me.
A soft smile that says
This is for you!Out of her magic box of colorful pencils,Orange she picks out.She draws a tiny orange on a scrap of paper.I look at the precious scrap and wonder.My role in her life is writing scripts –Scripts that make her bowels moveAnd take awa
Take the time, to look twice
Even if you’re feeling not so nice
There they could be, driving carefully
Enjoying the view, without a clue
But It is you, driving reckless
The hydrant at the corner is missing,
The windshield is red.
Beneath the hood sounds a lot of hissing.
A neighbor's dog barks off his head.
My friends in the back are cold
While I'm still warm.
Heading to your destination
in the car
i call it the modern horse
we drive with our phones
they rode with a whip
we drive with a heater
and a very loud speaker
They had nothing deeper
Why are we so in love with a culture we hate?
We push and pull and try to seperate from the gadgets that we can't let go of.
We sit with friends, real-life people,
but we tap and scroll and like the posts we see on social
Opening my bleared eyes
Not clear of what happened
I feel sharp pains clawing at me
Everywhere
