Almost Road Kill
Women don’t interest me, or give me a thrill,
especially after one almost turned me into road kill.
I just avoided a scene that would have not been pretty,
while crossing the street in Atlantic City.
It seems like you gamble even after the light turns green.
To a woman in a car, her red light was unseen.
She just missed hitting me on Pacific Avenue.
For a split second, I thought my life was through.
This broad knew she was guilty, and couldn’t look me in the eye.
That was a frightening experience I cannot deny.
I never saw her again after she drove away.
I am thankful I can tell you this story today.
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