It is Still not Write to Drink and Drive
a fictional story revised
Before you venture on to read this poem, I wanted to clarify that this is more or less a remixed version of an earlier poem that I wrote entitled "It is Never Write to Drink and Drive." For whatever reason, I could not let the ideas in that poem go. I felt confident enough to publish it, but I kept going back to edit it as I did not have the willpower to leave it alone. Those who are poets can sympathize. I'm hoping that, by doing a different version, I'll finally be able to scratch the itch this poem has been causing me to feel. Anyway, Enjoy!
a synthesis of thoughts as I drive:
Men's emotions are stigmatized,
making them feel shame and to despise when they cry.
Even as boys, we seem all-in on this stereotype,
designed to highlight a society's lie.
That’s why I want to fight back
this typecast with rules revived
to allow salt on cheeks undisguised.
Unafraid, unashamed, to feel this way
my tears flow as I drive
And if my car happens to crash tonight,
I hope at least the spirit of this poem survives.
But if not that lesson,
then when EMTs come inspect the wreck
and paramedics arrive, I’ll be an example
to never drink or write while you drive.
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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