On Driving Me Crazy

    “On Driving Me Crazy,” New Era, Nov. 1999, 51

    On Driving Me Crazy

    The speedometer rises to reach a new height.

    My heart is pounding. I’m crazy with fright.

    Against my own will—I cannot slow down.

    I’m heading for even worse traffic downtown.

    The gas pedal’s floored; the brake won’t be had.

    This situation could quickly turn bad.

    If I should cause an accident or two,

    I’ll be charged with the crime—but what can I do?

    I can’t find the brakes. My sanity’s passed.

    I had no idea I could drive this fast.

    A few blocks ahead of me, I see a car.

    I’m getting there quickly; I’m not very far

    From bashing into it and making a mess.

    Oh! I knew I couldn’t pass my driving test.