Driving While Intoxicated, A short poem

Driving While Intoxicated

 By: Robert Orr

I am the designated driver

For when you become intoxicated

I will always take the wheel

When you have had too much

I am the driver

When you get inebriated

I will let you feel

All that you can touch

These four walls are the road now

This bed frame is our chassis

I have the skills, the know how

And this interior: so classy

You’re so drunk

My mind’s astray

Conscience sunk

To the bottom of the ash tray

So now I drink and you drive me

Racing recklessly down the track

In reverse, gears are grinding

Through the rear-view you smile and look back

Let’s touch the stars

I know we could fly

We came so far

Just to die

So let’s reach those stars

I bet we can fly

Don’t need my car

To get a D.W.I.