Driving drunk in your car,
Me sitting in the back
Unable to ever sober up,
Whatever good there was in you gone,
Long before I lived
Injustice for all is law in you domain,
Hatred boils in me!.!.!.
Like a bottle going to pop,
Sitting on the bus,
looking out the window!.
What if I came to you with a hammer!?
Smash it down on bone!? Again and Again
Screaming!.!.!.
I am back on the bus
**** all this poetry crap
Words are only substitues for feelings
When you change the way you look at things
The things you look at change
Driving in Your car
Me in the back seat
You keep driving!.!.!.
In the end drunk drivers only take peoples lives
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