As she wrapped her car around a tree <br />A weird thought ran through her mind: <br />'If I'm feeling no pain, then my soul is free <br />I'll have to part with the daily grind'' <br /> <br />She tried desperately to get out of the car <br />But the door was smashed and didn't obey <br />Seeing on her arm an ugly bloody scar <br />She fainted, wishing she was melted away <br /> <br />When the cops were towing her car out <br />They were amazed to find no driver inside <br />Though one of them had a gnawing doubt <br />That he heard a woman crying over a joyride<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/joyride-2/
