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310. The Drink

My ears were filled with noise and terror
My eyes had failed to see my fate
I was driving too fast in the rain
As I sped to insure I wasn’t late
I could have sworn I had one drink
Or maybe I did have some more
But surely I was coherent and sober
When I walked out that bar’s door
No longer will I need ever worry
About making sure I’m on time
For my future has been set for me
No longer up the ladder will I climb
How can life be over at twenty-two
When there is so much to see and do
Why didn’t I notice that young family
When I decided just to pass you
Now I lay in a pile of glass
Spared from the pain by my drink
I know now that I caused their deaths
Oh why or why didn’t I think
But if I survive this rainy night
My nightmares will never be quite done
For I’ve killed two parents and their kids
Death is no exchange for fun


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