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MetaVerse Oct 13
There once was a gal from Zumbrota
(A city in Minnemesota)
     Who drank in a bar
     And then got in her car
And crashed it while smoking some mota.
A grain
is contrast
here to
date where
symposium craft
a skinny
wholly bound
word on
alcohol as
stewards were
love their
wages but
shorten the
hour whether
their left
was most
appealing there
Christopher Mata Jul 2014
He walked away swaying without a care in the world

She was walking straight ahead with a dream in hand

He was a repeat offender
She was on the A honor roll... Again

But as he was fumbling for the keys
She was fixing her midterm paper

Newton once stated that for every action , there is an equal and opposite reaction

So for every bottled he emptied was another application she filled

Every law he broke
Was one she followed

So the beautiful synchronization is that as he was driving , so was she

That as she was making that turn on a green arrow , he was there to run the red light

But in that last symphony...
Tires screeched
Metal crunched
Glass shattered
Blood splattered
Acting as a lullaby to a life that just entered into eternal slumber
But...
He walked away swaying without a care in the world
Because in that moment demons were created and an angel was born

Her soul was cradled just like it was when it entered this world
and sometimes if youre listening closely, you can hear her wings fluttering in the wind as a sound of hope @ your time of need
Drinking and driving poem

— The End —