The Accident

(This is a fictional poem) I drove my taxi right after I smoked some pot. I had a bad accident and a lengthy prison sentence was what I got. I was taking a newlywed couple to a motel. The crash I had killed them both and now my life is hell. I was saved by my seatbelt but I wish I would've died too. Living with this guilt isn't an easy thing to do. If someone offers you marijuana, please say no. Because if you drive right after smoking it, this prison is where you may go.