Failure To Come To a Complete Stop
Auto battery.
Clicking.
Depleted energy.
Feeling grumpy, harried,
Impatiently jump-start Kia.
Leave Mom’s neighborhood.
Octagonal, purely quintessential red sign taunts.
Upping velocity, willfulness exacerbated, you zoom…
Yikes!
Extraneous white vehicle (undercover) trumpets sirens.
Realization quickens… Pegged!
Officer notes makeshift license knowingly.
Jail imbues hastily.
Gaining freedom – eight-thousand dollars cash.
Busted again.
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2011
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