JUST DRIVE HE SAID!A Poem by andrew mitchell
I'm speeding I'm loving the feel
I turn on the lights. I up the gear. I look at the speedometer increasing 20, 30, 40, 50, over the limit. I just don't care I'm speeding; Fast, furious, reckless In higher gear. I'm free at last! Ha! Ha! Oh! No! No! No! I see red, blue lights flashing. Flashing red, blue, red, blue. I'm finished, They're looking for me. The poetic police In poetic pursuit Of me and my thoughts. Shall I pull over And lose my thoughts; Arrested, imprisoned, lost? Shall I let them give chase? Catch me if you can! No! I decide to stop. Poetic police open my door. Exposing my thoughts Naked to view. We have clocked your words Fifty kilometres per hour over the safety limit. "What do you have to say for yourself, Sir?" asked the Poetic Police "Poetry in Motion" I replied. "Good answer Sir!" replied the Poetic Police. "Drive on!" Oh! I will!...
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17 Reviews Added on April 13, 2015 Last Updated on April 13, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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