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I Could Cry...

By Trish MacQueen

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

At the intersection, the light flashes yellow, So, I tromp the gas just like the other fellow. Suddenly, from behind me, lights are flashing, And looking in the mirror, my heart is crashing. Stepping on my brake, I quickly pull aside, And watch the police car pull up wide. The officer walks up to my driver's door, And taps my window, waiting for more. With the window down, I rummage in my purse, And get out my driver's license, with a silent curse. I hand it to the officer, with a polite, "Yes, Sir…" And watch as he walks to his car, without a stir. A few minutes later, the officer's back at my car, While people stop and stare…So, now I'm a star. He quickly tares the paper from his little black book, And hands it to me, with that special warning look. Although, I thank him for his pricey ticket, In reality, I think he is just plain wicket. With a nod of  his head, he says "Have a good night", And with a smile, I think "Get the hell out of my sight." With the officer back in his car, and the interior lit, I slap my car into gear, and …KABOOM…what a hit. Looking in my rear view mirror, I almost die, Cause I've hit the damn cop car, and I could cry. Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 11:40 PM PST   0 • 14

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