Eighteen
Eighteen eighteen wheelers,
Circling my home,
Eighteen drivers
Eighteen helpers
Ready to trash my face
Seems we had a nasty
Highway race,
I went eighteen miles faster,
Never realizing,
It'd lead to my disaster
Eighteen angry pairs of teamsters,
Ready to kill me
What a nerve I had,
To speed by eighteen speeding truckers,
My future was looking bad.
I was hoping they'd run out of gas,
Or the cops would somehow show up,
Before eighteen sets of
Eighteen wheels,
Would make of me,
The first human road kill sup'.
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