Color Blind
(This is a fictional poem)
I'm color blind and I get confused at traffic lights.
When I hit people's cars, I get into a lot of fights.
I thought I'd get off easy when I hit a car that belongs to a priest.
But he had his brother with him and he attacked me like a beast.
Last year a judge took away my license and he put me in jail too.
When I got out, I continued to drive because I have a very low IQ.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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