No Name on the Auto

by Howard Winters


 

The most dangerous thing in our world I have found

Is the number of young girls in SUVs all around

 

They race around daily, with their cell phone in their ear

And only one hand on the wheel as they steer

 

I really don't care, it doesn't matter you see?

I just hope that one of them doesn't ever hit me!

 

Gasoline prices don't scare them a bit

With their foot to the floor board

Be it daylight or night

They drive one handed at seventy

to what ever destiny is right

 

Be it towards Heaven or Hell

It doesn't much seem to matter

As long as that cell phone is there

In their left hand to chatter

 

With a phone to their ear,

And a smile on their face

They race on towards an accident

That's sure to happen some place

 

to Autumn Leaves, an online poetry journal
volume 12(8)
April 15, 2008
This poem is copyright © 11/5/05, Howard Winters, all rights reserved.
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