O’ such radiant smile, thirty two teeth, pearly white.
The skull and cross bone warning, does poison lurk tonight?
Served from kegs and barrels, to those who do not think.
With unfocused eyes, the madman drives.
One for the road mate or Christmas drink?
The innocent that drive at night, do not question but follow
the rules.
But a madman cannot see the lights and our innocents are
doomed.
Far too fast to stop, the corner blind and sharp.
Our innocents are unready and can you hear the harp?
The madman does not see them, he has no time to think.
Collision at high speed, can you guess the cause?
One for the road mate or Christmas drink?
Fate demands the madman lives, our innocents they die.
Their child an orphan now, poison the reason why.
So what’s your poison now my friend, what’s your poison now?
One for the road mate or Christmas drink?
Text and photography © D.B. Griffith the Chattering
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