An unfortunate label for today’s teens: Ignorant. The crash in that city across the state kills four. It’s just a distant problem for someone else. My neighbor’s granddaughter was flung Through a windshield. She’s in a coma. Nothing changes in my driving style. A car of teens, one who went to My elementary school, rolls. My seatbelt still stays off. Cops pulled me over. I get fined $500. It clicks.
This is a poem implying that teens won’t practice safe driving until they are directly negatively affected by their lack of good driving habits.