This is the night to bring in a new year
You might want to celebrate with some beer
That is quite all right
As long as you have someone sober drive tonight
Drinking and driving is not cool
At best, you would drive like a fool
Don’t be one of those that drink and drive
The two just don’t jive
You could end up in jail
Causing someone to pay your bail
You could total your car
Once you leave the bar
You could get hurt
So, let someone drive that is alert
You could hurt someone
Who could be a stranger or a loved one
You could die
Causing loved ones to cry
You could kill someone
As a result of what your drunk driving has done
Then you would spend time in prison
While mourners wear red ribbons
This is all avoidable
As long as you drink responsible
MADD mother of two makes it clear:
Drivers drink no spirits nor beer!
She bought a spot
In the parking lot
The tombstone reads, "Wish you were here"!
~the psycho socials sides socially subsidized social sides socially so ~
9/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
joyful radiant life of the party
snatched from our lives in a flash
~ drunk criminal driver
MADD= Mothers Against Drunk Driving organization founded in 1980
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Wolves howl to the moon
Roosters scream at the sun
If you see me, don't run.
I do certain things for fun.
When you are mad, please do right
Tell Bitterness and Anger to run and take a Hike.
Life is so short, karma can't make you rich
Just ignore every mean and evil witch.
Even when you are mad, please do right
the person that hurt you, by the way,
will need you again, before the end of the day.
Try not to live to pay somebody back
that's no way to live, just stay on the heaven's track.
Always take the peaceful way,
love, peace, and joy, are all okay.
To every bitter angry Mad Hatter, let love splatter
no need for a frown, remember a smile is a frown upside down
Even when you are mad, please do right!!!!!
Grasp for the clutch,
(clutching on automatic
chances)
clench my jaw –
am I clutch?
no luck.
I gasp! (gassed)
the gas-tank tanked.
Tired I try,
but floppy tires
blunder
like a drove
of drunken thunderbirds.
“Gear up guy! Get some get-go!”
I exhaust, idle
and stammer,
grass spattered,
paint chips scattered,
brakes broke
and steering hammered -
destination
is going,
rear-view gone.
Turn my wheels (or my keys, at least).
Just don’t give me a brake.
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