The wheel spins slowly to a stop
traffic screeches to a halt
the aslant to this crime
is now far away, speeding across town
Another monday hit and run
another angel of death on wheels
this weekly occurrence
in this city of steel
Euthanasia is banned here
yet the maniacs on four wheels
want to finish what they started
they want to finish you and me
So they drive with headlights flashing
their horns blaring liken to speed demons
dive friend if you can, out of the way
for they pay tax for these road ways
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 8:03 AM UTC
The wheel spins slowly to a stop
traffic screeches to a halt
the aslant to this crime
is now far away, speeding across town
Another monday hit and run
another angel of death on wheels
this weekly occurrence
in this city of steel
Euthanasia is banned here
yet the maniacs on four wheels
want to finish what they started
they want to finish you and me
So they drive with headlights flashing
their horns blaring liken to speed demons
dive friend if you can, out of the way
for they pay tax for these road ways
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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