Mr. Driver

He wakes up early,
Hoping to make more money,
To get enough for barley,
and to save for season sunny.

When I look at Mr. Driver,
My spine feels a shiver,
Drowning in the liquor river,
He burdens his liver.

It is the same driver,
Who will work the gear lever,
Speeding by the river,
Trying to please his diva.

He loves overlapping,
He avoids time wasting,
A pro in reversing,
He knows rule breaking.

He doesn't get arrested,
Though its always expected,
He calls his van blessed,
Its owned by inspector Legend.

His aim is the money,
Commuters pay for the journey,
He uses the same money,
To please his new honey.

He says he has experience,
A ride in his van is also experience,
He keeps you in suspense,
He could end your existence.

Today the van has caused danger,
As Mr. Driver oppressed his accelerator,
This time competing for the passanger,
He rammed the van into the paper vendor.

The mess cannot be cleaned,
It's one of the etched,
He has always been warned,
Now he is going to be fetched.

Mr. Driver's case is pitiful,
The vendor's case is really sad,
Thats why its wise to drive careful,
Even when you are really mad.

© Mycalian