And Your Luck Runs Out
Everyone thinks they’re the exception to the rule. You think that too, sending your text “Headed to the mall what movie are we watching again” And you drive through the intersection’s green light Everyone wants to feel cool You more than others, Running late, You apply makeup in the car, Always thinking of what’s next “Headed to the mall what movie are we watching again” And you drive through the intersection’s yellow light Everyone believes life won’t be cruel You do too, so you drive extra fast “Headed to the mall what movie are we watching again” It’s Fast and Furious You can’t be late It’s a new guy A new first date And you drive through the intersection’s red light But this time Your luck’s run out You make it halfway Before the truck comes You know what happens next Even if you missed the end of the movie You know the epic car flip that happens And the hollow husk of metal rocking back and forth on the cement Devoid of any life Except your phone Which keeps buzzing “Hey, you close?”
This is a poem about both the temptation to and consequence of teenage distracted driving. The intent behind it is to allow the reader to both understand why they may be tempted to drive distracted but why it is ultimately a decision that is worse for them in the long run.