9 October 2012
Four drunk in a car,
Just left
From a local bar.
Two in front.
Two in back.
They speed along
Like they're on a racetrack.
The couple in back
End up on the floor.
Not sure if kissing
Or something more.
The girl in front says slow down,
But he laughs and goes faster.
The only way this could end
Is in disaster.
He watches the sky and
Black silhouettes of trees.
Engine humming
Like a swarm of angry bees.
The girl
Knees to her chest,
Hand clawing
At the arm rest.
Voice slurred
Tells him to stop.
He's still going fast
Her heart begins to drop.
He starts to chuckle
Leaning in for a kiss.
Car hits a tree
The sober couldn't miss.
Headlines in capitals say
FOUR DEAD IN A CRASH.
No seatbelt
So no whiplash.
But that'd be
A small price to pay,
If they had known
That'd be their last day
Drunk Drive • Opuss № I