A glance at the rear-view mirror,
And you’re in the hands of a driver,
Who’s chewing grass,
And kneading her weave.
You hope you’ve selected the right seat because,
You’re left of a drunk,
Who’s just exclaimed,
In between snorts,
That women are ******
And we’re moving too fast.
Survival in slow motion can be glamorous.
You imagine, you see,
That you can dodge bullets and retain bouncy hair,
That keratin replenishers really do work;
But the drunk man was right;
Not about women,
Too fast is too fast.
You survived,
The others did not.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 5:39 PM UTC
A glance at the rear-view mirror,
And you’re in the hands of a driver,
Who’s chewing grass,
And kneading her weave.
You hope you’ve selected the right seat because,
You’re left of a drunk,
Who’s just exclaimed,
In between snorts,
That women are ******
And we’re moving too fast.
Survival in slow motion can be glamorous.
You imagine, you see,
That you can dodge bullets and retain bouncy hair,
That keratin replenishers really do work;
But the drunk man was right;
Not about women,
Too fast is too fast.
You survived,
The others did not.
