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One of my friends used to always drink and drive so I made this poem up to scare him ....
Driver Of The Car
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Vicki Duncan
Driver of the car..
Going to a party, raging all night long
sex drugs and alcohol and a band singing a song
one glass after another, you don't seem to stop
than you have a cone of buds we all call it pot.
Your head start to spin, around around and around,
people holding you up before you hit the ground,
your legs all wobbly not a moment to spare
I'm in my car driving along, at this point I don't care.
Driving home quicker and quicker
is it all because of the liquor
you see the lights your nearly there
driving home drunk and despair.
In a town just about home
where a little girl was walking alone
slammed on the brakes, just could not have missed
caused through drinking and driving and being like this
Jumped out the car like a lump of lead
seeing a 10yr old girl who is now dead,
caused through drinking and driving and having fun,
you cant fix up something that's already done.
I have to live with this for the rest of my life
I don't drink alcohol, and now I don't drive
dreaming all night can't blot it out of my head
I should have been the one, I should have been dead .....
Driver Of The Car by Vicki Duncan @FamilyFriendPoems
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Going to a party, raging all night long
sex drugs and alcohol and a band singing a song
one glass after another, you don't seem to stop
than you have a cone of buds we all call it pot.
Your head start to spin, around around and around,
people holding you up before you hit the ground,
your legs all wobbly not a moment to spare
I'm in my car driving along, at this point I don't care.
Driving home quicker and quicker
is it all because of the liquor
you see the lights your nearly there
driving home drunk and despair.
In a town just about home
where a little girl was walking alone
slammed on the brakes, just could not have missed
caused through drinking and driving and being like this
Jumped out the car like a lump of lead
seeing a 10yr old girl who is now dead,
caused through drinking and driving and having fun,
you cant fix up something that's already done.
I have to live with this for the rest of my life
I don't drink alcohol, and now I don't drive
dreaming all night can't blot it out of my head
I should have been the one, I should have been dead .....
Driver Of The Car by Vicki Duncan @FamilyFriendPoems
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