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jam
Contributed by
poeticjestix
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Sunday, 1st May 2011 @ 01:32:20 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Feeling tired and uninspired I wind down the window of my car the traffic jam imprisons me head pokes out,but it stretches far
my fuel gage, it causes rage. Near empty, I switch keys to off. The air con whirs its final throes who caused this? They will get my wrath.
for every time there's sun and rain these idiots who cannot drive bump or screech, they cause a drain and in my car I sit and writhe.
emergency,it jump starts me, on the opposite carriageway two ambulances speed on by their flashing lights and sirens blaze
it sobers thoughts, my selfishness I fain response. are they Ok? But this is just a sentiment I was programmed to be that way.
The raindrops fall, it's quite a squall my windscreen blurs a thankful change my mobile phone, I call my home meetings I must rearrange
I search for sweets, or bites to eat and find things that I lost before car park receipts, nothing is neat rummaged through, in drivers door.
the car in front shakes, on the hunt we're in business, I turn the key the engine starts, slowly we dart then quickly, must get back for tea
then it goes by. I notice why we were held up for quite a while a car like mine, but half the size crushed in an alarming style
it sobers thoughts, my selfishness I know now, they were not okay the subject of an accident could be me on another day.
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Re: jam
(User Rating: 1 ) by cashfan1 on
Sunday, 1st May 2011 @ 07:33:53 AM AEST (User
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| Sobering thoughts indeed. There is a sombre finish to this but throughout this is well written, nice rhyme and flow. Thanks for sharing. |
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