(I abhore drunk drivers and thusly have wrote this poem about their i don't give a damned attitude for life or anyone's safety.)


More bars in more places...
Not enough land or spaces.

Pass that brew on down the bar...
For soon-I've got to get in and drive away in my car.

Along i go on down the street....
It is a lot easier than walking on my own two feet.

Whoa! Where did that person come from? ...
It does not look as if they'd be out hitchin' with their thumb.

Thud! Now a crunch, as my car runs them down...
I guess they won't be smilin', but be wearin' a frown.

There they go, on down...
Lots of red blood, not colored like a shade of brown.

Ambulance on it's way...
Gotta go, i just can't stay.

It's off to jail i go...
When i get out, nobody will know.

It is my seventh offense...
Just last week, i plowed through a wooden fence.

Right through someone's front living room...
The sound, then heard was a crashing boom!

I'll still keep on driving without a license, because i just won't learn...
Maybe next time i'll have to kill someone or even make them burn.

That beer is oh so fine...
The only thing better is Ripple, Thunderbird, or wine.

Michael Gale

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confessions-of-a-forever-drunk-driver/