Poem: Stupid Youth – 13/01/20

 I remember being on that highway
 where I urged you on from my car
 to keep up with me
 the exhilaration breathless wind rushing 
 gasp inducing risk taking
 no one else here to see.
  
 100 110 115 pushing 120 could we go any faster honey 
 130 that’s it! 
 140 we’ve hit it,
 our cumulative grins bounce with chuffed merriment 
 from within our chassis 
 I know you love it, this feeling of being stupidly free
 there’s no one else here, you see,
 nothing wrong with this.
  
 A whirr whirr whirr resounds
 damnit, I cry, slowing as slowly as can be from 
 such a high speed
 widened eyes,
 Police officer, how can we help?
 Stupid selfish little girls 
 He hopes the lesson sticks and the expensive tickets help. 

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