Lacie
40, 50 miles we've reached
Driving down the road
60 ,70 miles is now our speed
Billy is driving
He's only sixteen
Their are five of us in the car
all of us drinking
80 ,90 miles over the limit
Five minors in the car
being drunkly driven
Tom, Sam and I are in the back
Sam and Tom are dancing
To busy to put on their seatbealt strap
Kyle and Billy both in the front
Kyle is the oldest ,only seventeen
But he's less sober than us
95 miles were off the road now
Billy has lost control
Our car has flipped over and rolled
Nothing but black was all I could see
Nothing but black and brown
I think we hit a tree
We were Five minors in a car
All we wanted was to be free
Now were five minors
In a car barely breathing
I think I see Billy
But he's not in the car
He's on the other side
of the field
Very far
Kyle poor kyle still in his seat
He can't hear me scream
Because his head is bleeding
Tom and Sam
Are no longer in the back with me
They fell out of the car
Now their pinned to a tree
And me
I cant even feel my legs,
my chest is sore and I hit my head
Throughout the night we all bled
Five minors in a car
Now covered in red
Wants wishing to be free
Now dead
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5 Minors
PoetryThis poem is about drunk driving and how it effected five teenage friends coming home from a party enjoy