Taxi Driver

(This is a fictional poem) Last week I gave a ride to a member of the Crips.. He shot me in the wiener when I asked for a tip. I'll never give a gang member a ride again. I'm really sick of getting these bullets within.. Yesterday I thought I'd be safe when I gave a ride to a nun. But when I asked for a tip, the damn lady pulled out a gun. She shot me in the crotch and blew off one of my balls. The pain is so great that to reach my taxi, I have to crawl. The people have no morals and they show no pity. Please don't ever be a taxi driver in this damn City.