Self-Driving Car Poem by Lamar Cole

Self-Driving Car



He had the death smell.
He had stepped into a self-driving car from hell.
His neck had become stiff.
When his self-driving car drove him off a cliff.
He would have been okay if he had controlled the car.
But the car was in control when it plunged down so far.

Friday, October 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: car,people
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