Bumper Cars

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This story starts routinely, as many of them do,

One lonely cabby makes a stop, this fellow still quite new.

In the One Hundred block East Hastings, he jumped out of his car,

To get a cup of coffee, he was not going far.

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Keys dangled from the column, the engine running too,

While all the whacked out junkies, had the taxi well in view.

One decided what the heck, I’ll take it for a ride,

She opened up the drivers door and quickly jumped inside.

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Peeling out from curbside, she began to close her door,

An Eastbound car took care of that, as her foot went to the floor.

Fishtailing wildly, bumping things, bulldozing her own way,

Till she hit a left turn car, and there the cab would stay.

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Pam Dawes working roadblocks, was on the way to make a meet,

When she saw the junkie staggering, barely on her feet.

The wreckage of the two cars there, she turned on the overhead,

Got out to check on damages, and if anyone was dead.

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Pam grabbed onto the junkie, who went along with no protest,

To sit in the police car, which sat there pointing West.

When suddenly it happened, much to Pam’s dismay,

History repeats itself, what an end to this fine day.

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The police car screaming Westbound, the junkie driving still,

She only got a few more blocks, when they closed in for the kill.

In the end the junkie, sat there seeing stars,

An end to her adventure, of playing Bumper Cars.

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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 97-09-05 (154)