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A pair of Nikes and the Red Line
I bought a sweet pair of Nikes I was able to find
at the Salvation Army just in time
to carry me up to the DART Redline
at Lovers Lane station with no destination in mind
An Illegal U-turn from a Mercades from Hades
blind on a cell phone spreading the corner
speeding around me, my friends, and the ladies
begging for him or us to see the coroner
not watching or caring to see anyone walking
so I pulled out my Glock to do the talking
BOOM! BOOM! VROOM! VROOM!
Shattered glass on the rear windshield
His heart goes BOOM! BOOM!
as his car goes VROOM! VROOM!
Maybe next time this prick will remember to yield
at the Salvation Army just in time
to carry me up to the DART Redline
at Lovers Lane station with no destination in mind
An Illegal U-turn from a Mercades from Hades
blind on a cell phone spreading the corner
speeding around me, my friends, and the ladies
begging for him or us to see the coroner
not watching or caring to see anyone walking
so I pulled out my Glock to do the talking
BOOM! BOOM! VROOM! VROOM!
Shattered glass on the rear windshield
His heart goes BOOM! BOOM!
as his car goes VROOM! VROOM!
Maybe next time this prick will remember to yield
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