VEHICULAR MANSLAUGHTER

Call me Vehicular Manslaughter.
Just so I’m called a man. Laughter.

Haha!

I don’t feel like one, but half with an equal.
Clashing together, there won’t be no sequel.
One falls, the other victorious.
One feels glorious. The other? Cheaper than one
aureus.
I’m furious.

Wait!

I know I’m better than this.
I’m meritorious!

Back on the road, ready to slaughter.
Your daughter? I got ‘er. The one who is hotter.
I hit the gas and she sass.
I beat her ass?

Deep breath.
And I pass.

Oh hell! I left her in the trunk, Samhain.
Oh fuck! I’m in a funk again.
Oh shit! Left the window cracked with the rain.

My eyes leave the road and I swerve.
My life, in a flash, I observe.
The sadness!
The madness!
The blandness!
The-

Boom!

And I crash.
My thoughts?
Turn to ash.

Haha!

 

© 2017 JP WENNER