Whiplash

You hit me from behind and gave me whiplash.
When I sue you, I'm going to get your cash.
You put me in the hospital when you hit my car.
You'd been drinking and this time you went too far.

I had to quit my job because I can no longer work.
It's all because you drank and drive, you're a jerk.
My wife didn't want to take care of me so she got a divorce.
You ruined my life and you don't even feel remorse.

The judge won't like your lack of concern.
When I get all of your money, you will learn.
You don't seem to realize the trouble that you're in.
When I get done, you'll never drink and drive again.

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This is a fictional poem.

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