D.U.I.
A party was in the works,
filled with half naked blondes and jerks.
Kegs were plenty, red cups in every hand,
Music blared to their screaming demand.
Bodies pumped to the music grinding and twisting,
Hands were reaching, persisting.
One man drink a shot, then another,
he asks for his keys from a fellow brother.
He sways to his brand new cadillac shiny and clean,
he bows before it and falls scuffing jean.
After getting in it, the engine purrs to life,
Without knowing this car was now a weapon, a knife.
Across the town a family of four got in their van,
ready for fresh pizza straight from the pan.
A swerving car cuts their path,
clashing metal against metal with a fierce wrath.
The drunk one stumbles out of the debris,
what he sees causes his feet to flee.
Mommy is dead, Daddy's barely breathing
baby's no longer teething.
A party was in the works,
filled with half naked blondes and jerks.
