Get out of my way
We heard her screaming voice before she came into sight
Get out of my way! She was yelling into the night
Her car was pink, tidy, it had a shine of its own.
The driver was an old lady, a hag, kind of a crone.
Get out of my way! She yelled as the car screeched into the light.
She missed my elbow by about an inch and a half that night.
She was still screaming mean words as they drove out of sight.
An old bat and her car, painted pink Barbie bright.
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