Two Pals on Highway
Of good old fiends that met
In the bad modern age
Amidst the traffic and multitudes
Hustled and gurgled athwart
Hands elongate in handshake throttle
And the bud of cheek bursting in smile
Forgetting the busy tizzy
The rush and hush business fizzy
Till they flew the twilight airs
Their red juices Valentining the tar
Hushing the traffic din
Horrendous tantrum germinates
Accidents wholly preventable
Gathering the remaining assembles
The sorrow of that demise
Emotions born of such tragedy
A lone agency that sobers
Society inhumane and souls man
In modern age, for a time
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