Category : Poems

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Rights were are Left without.. straight up.
Down the street a few blocks are many.
More turns in plot.

Gossip indicated the way to steer.. back.
The automobile has taken control.
I PULL.. PUSH.. TUG AND THRUST.

THE ACCELERATOR STUCK.. NO BRAKE.
Sweat pours down my face but to my..
Surprised passenger they haven't a fret.

For the automobile is on cruise control.
I struggle for a great while to regain it.
Then He turns to me, grabs my hand and.

Says.

"LET GO."