Who is a midnight driver ….
That stays about ten over the highway limit, so as to appear normal. Dead on between the lines, no wandering onto the shoulder. Spits out a bloody froth. Wiggles a loose tooth with the tongue. A hand rests on the seat, bloody too.
Revenge was served hot tonight.
Something’s been severed, in spite.
The Animal smiles, uncontrite.
Hare Krishna to all, and to all a Good Night…….