Same again bartender…
‘You killed me’, she yelled at the man in the bar,
‘in the blink of an eye I was under your car.
You dragged me and pulled me, and you never knew,
the damage you’d done just by having a few.’
He sits at the bar, but he doesn’t hear,
the pitiful cries of the dead in his ear.
He orders a beer and a whisky to follow,
if only her death were as easy to swallow.
‘I screamed and I yelled, but you carried on,
driving so fast, I knew I was done.
You would have seen me, had you been sober,
but blinded by drink, you ran me straight over.’
Onto his eighth, he orders one more,
gulping it down, he heads for the door.
Dizziness slowly begins to subside,
so he gets in his car and starts up his ride.
‘I hope you soon learn of the pain you have caused,
as I lay here, so cold, in the morgue.
You took me away from a life that I loved,
just for sake of being stupidly drunk.
For the drivers out there who just want a drink,
take my advice, and for a moment, just think.
Don’t take your car, it’s safer that way,
and innocent people won’t die today.
Emma L Beal
Emma L Beal 