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Drunk Driver
Drunk Driver
By Mark Spencer
I went out drinking with some friends,
To show off my Mercedes Benz.
I drove it off the lot that day,
That car blew all my friends away.
We raised some hell painting the town,
We drank so much we almost drown.
When it came time to pay the tab,
I did not choose to call a cab.
Instead I claimed that I could drive,
I told them I'd get home alive.
My luck held out, most of the way,
But didn’t last, to my dismay.
Blocks from my house I ran a light,
There’s no traffic this late at night.
But then a car rounded the curve.
Moving too fast, I couldn't swerve.
I hit it hard, caused it to roll,
Saw it tumble out of control.
Through tear filled eyes I saw the flash.
The car exploded with a crash!
No living soul remained alive.
A wreck like that, none could survive.
Now I live with the agony,
Of self inflicted tragedy.
I sit here in this prison cell,
Consumed by my own private hell.
One drunken night, cost me my soul.
And I have paid a dreadful toll.
Because the hour was so late,
And she was fearful of my fate,
She thought she’d drive out to the bar,
To see if she could spot my car.
And so this tragic scene was set,
Upon a stage I can’t forget.
Though I survived, I lost my life.
My victims were my son and wife.
