He tried to kill us that day,
Got behind the wheel of a car,
A maniac for even thinking it,
Said we didn’t have to go that far.
He wouldn’t give me the keys,
Snatched them back from my hand,
Swore and cursed, slammed the driver’s door,
Said I would never understand…
Yelled he was OK after a pint or two,
But this was eight, maybe nine,
We’d argued and he’d embarrassed me,
Said I nagged him all of the time.
He swerved and veered from side to side,
Missing hedges, pathways and ditch,
I implored he stop and we change drivers,
But he called me a stupid bitch.
How we got home, I cannot tell
I was shaking and sick to the core,
But after that day, I saw to it
That he drove me nowhere no more.

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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15 Responses to Maniac

  1. jenanita01 says:

    A great escape all round!

  2. TheHiddenEdge says:

    Shoot! you are well out of there! 😊

  3. Omg! That must have been terrifying. I’m glad that you’re in a better place now

  4. teachezwell says:

    Whoa. Glad you are not with that guy. Anger problems, for sure!

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