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  • Hurry, Scurry, Never Worry.

    I saw you flying by me
    doing ninety miles an hour,
    weaving in and out of traffic,
    just abusing your horsepower,

    Scaring old folks
    to the road's edge,
    like a God of speed
    among mortal men,
    sending brake lights
    flashing bloody red,
    and I knew I'd see you again.

    With no seat belt
    locking you in place,
    and an angry look
    painted on your face,
    like a madman
    in a hell bent race,
    to a most unhappy end.

    A state trooper
    on the marginal
    had his radar gun
    locked tight,
    on the bumper
    of your speeding car,
    as you vanished out of sight.

    Chorus-

    Hurry...scurry....never worry
    over lives that could be lost,
    till you stand guilty before a jury,
    or you pay the ultimate cost.

    Suddenly the cars
    ahead of me
    all slowed down
    to a crawl,
    and I thought it
    was construction
    or destruction
    come to call...
    then I saw blue
    lights a flashing
    up ahead around the bend,
    and I knew in that split second
    I'd be seeing you again.

    Soon I spotted
    skid marks tattooed
    on the asphalt
    where they'd burned,
    epitaphs to your
    speeding missile
    that you'd crashed
    and overturned....

    Then I saw you
    as I drove on by
    in a way that I expected,
    with a half scream
    painted on your face,
    where your body'd
    been ejected.

    Bridge-

    Life's too short to spend it
    rushing into the unknown,
    nothing's ever that important
    to wind up a box of bones,
    so I said a prayer
    that you'd never hear
    as I made my way
    towards home,
    and I shed a tear,
    as the roadway cleared,
    cause no man
    should die alone.

    Chorus-

    Hurry...scurry....never worry
    over lives that could be lost,
    till you stand guilty
    before a heavenly jury,
    and you pay the ultimate cost.

    Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
    MFB III Productions-


    *This poem was written after witnessing a reckless driver,
    and then coming upon his fatal passing.
    Last edited by Matthew F. bBowers III; 01-21-2015, 12:29 PM.
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