One terrible night you decided to drink and drive.
You hit my sister head on and she didn’t survive.
That liberal judge only gave you a slap on the wrist.
But now I’m going to kill you because I’m pissed.
You are a monster, you didn’t feel any remorse at all.
I just fired my shotgun and your brains are on the wall.
Now it’s my turn not to be remorseful, in fact I feel pretty good.
I would gladly kill you again if I could.
Because of people like you, hundreds of thousands of people are dead.
And because of people like you, many more won’t have a future ahead.
This poem is fictional but sadly, drunk driving fatalities are real.