Poetry

Crash

By Marcus Pan

Lemme tell you something that happened to me,
One fine Saturday going to play D&D.;
I was cruising along in my little blue car,
Unfortunately I didn't get too far.

This dumb shit driving a Buick boat,
Stopped real fast like he was on dope.
Slamming the brakes I skidded too far,
Smacked that sucker in the ass real hard.

Got my face platered to the windshield
Goddamn, motherfucker, I coulda been killed.
Got outta my car getting' really pissed off,
All good and ready to hit the dick in his jaw.

Went up to the guy and got in his face,
Couldn't speak English, didn't belong in this place.
What's going down with this country of ours?
Dumb illiterates are driving cars.

Crash…Crash…Crash…Watch your ass.
People who can't speak a bit of English,
Are drivin' round like they own the streets.
If you ask me it's a political dis,
So when you're on that curb better watch your feet.

You gotta be careful on the road,
The guy in front of you might be dumber than a toad.
When you're behind the wheel better stay alert,
You'll end up like me, only getting' hurt.

I would rather have hit an American man,
Cuz' these dumb foreigners just don't understand.
Get in my way you'll pay the price,
I'll make you bleed, and it won't be nice.

Crash…Crash…Crash…Watch your ass.
People who can't speak a bit of English,
Are drivin' round like they own the streets.
If you ask me it's a political dis,
So when you're on that curb better watch your feet.