Hey, Taxi
A cab driver's day can be partly sorrow, partly glee.
Just always be on your toes, you won't get a bloody nose.
Backseat lovebirds snuggle and softly coo to each other.
The next minute, they quarrel, they snarl and try some murder.
A celestial chick hops in and stuns you with a cute wink.
A magnum in your rib, you lose your day's pay in a blink.
A crazed husband grabs you, so you zoom after a chopper
for his wife's pilot lover, leaps out your door, game over.
Bank robbers punch, kick you out and roar away in your cab.
In panic, leave you tons of dollars in a duffel bag!
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