Crash Dummies

Here's something known as the truth,
cell phone drivers think they're in a phone booth.
 They drive and forget to pay any attention,
riding lines and sudden stops I won't mention.
 The dangers can't be listed at all,
they change wen they receive that certain call.
 Most play safe and drive slow as a snail,
not knowning they're tossing bricks at jail.
 Some look at you as if you're in the wrong,
it wouldn't be bad if they didn't talk so long.
 Cause I've noticed that they get to caught up,
and then realize behind them is a semi truck.
 Semi truckscan't and don't stop short,
rolling phone booths should find another resort.
 Why is it so hard for them to see?,
they invented something called hands-free.
 So I'm calling on all mommies,
find a way to stop these Crash Dummies.

T.W.I.S.T. 
JLM
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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