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…….