The deadly sound of air bags inflating, the smash; it happened near a bank, the bold cops stand steady in the night, thinking that no one survived, that no one survived. But one did. In the car his hallucinations run wild, thinking to himself, ³Batman and Robin are on their way, the joyous sound of children playing, in the sweet California breeze.² The man was crazy, all high on drugs, oh look, its the fire department, coming to take out the bodies. They¹ll never find me, all buried in here, in my car, in my plane, oh, what happened to me? Will they rescue me? Or will my face turn to death, as I wait, as I wait, for the sad dogs to take me to heaven. Oh look! It¹s a man, he is still alive, no, now he is dead. RIP
Reason for writing:
I wanted to see if anyone thought that it was any good.
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