Drive ByA Poem by David Lewis PagetShe wore a wig to cover the hair That was windblown, into her eye, And topped off that with a raffia hat To disguise a look so sly, She sat up there on the balcony Looking down on the street below, Watching the heads of the perms and dreads And noting which way they go. Her boots were scuffed right up to her knees Her stockings ragged and torn, Her linen skirt had dragged in the dirt From the day it first was worn, The neighbours called her a demon child For the savage glare in her eye, They looked away but they scarce could say If she’d cursed them, passing by. She said, ‘Watch out for a matt black car With its windows tinted and grey, A single headlight, seen from afar And the chrome all rusted away, The driver’s window wound halfway down To the height of the driver’s eyes, You’ll best not stare at that wicked frown He will draw you into his lies.’ The clouds then gathered, the storm came in From the place that it last had went, Thunder clashing and lightning flashing The hail and the sleet it sent, She pulled her hat down over her head In hopes that her hair would dry, Then pointed down to a matt black car, ‘The Devil is driving by!’ David Lewis Paget
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