There are Drunk Drivers!
He held his hand on the key,
Paralyzed in motion.
Teeth gritted,
Eyes wild,
And arms trembling.
He slammed his hands on the wheel,
Whomp,
Whomp,
Whomp.
And cursed himself when his fit was over.
How could he, He thought,
They could be out there.
“I will not” he said softly,
And retracted his key from the starter.
“I will never leave this garage!” he declared,
“That’ll show em”.
“My car had been hit once, and never again”.
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