Struck from behing after leaving the road. By a drunkend cage driver, pulling one hell of a load. Slid down the left fender right into the door. Screaming at the cager go right some more. yanking and jerking trying to break free. Next thing I knew took a left into me. For some strange reason I could'nt explain. My bike just done one hell of a thing as if grabbed by some power and could'nt let go. I dove off my bike and went into a roll. Thought it was over my roll set me free but I knew I was wrong with the trailer over me. counted four rolls maybe even five. Dont really matter just glad to be alive! With my eye on the cager as he slide to a stop. I hollered to lary go call a cop! I looked back there was a second cager running close behind. I know what I saw and i'm telling no lies. That second cager swerved to make sure that i died. I grabbed my hair to raise my head. Damn good thing or i'd be dead. I hollered at some friends who were standing in gaze. That M.F tried to put me away as he flew by cager one I thought he flashed his lights for a job well done.
jeddah12singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeOct 28, 2010
that scares te hell out of me reading your poem,,good god youre still alive,,i just cant imagine it,,nice sharing of a bad expirience on those kiasu and drunk driving as they call it,,,good grief ,new life..well write
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