A taxi driver on his death poem

 · A taxi driver full of woe, The punter don’t know where to go, Full of booze and brain dead, Does not know which way to head, Then she say’s just take me home, Where is that this side of Rome? You should know you bloody freak, You took me home just last week, Been in this car and in the back, Or one just like it I know its black,Author: Taxi Poet. Ode Of The Taxi Driver A taxi driver full of woe, The punter don’t know where to go, Full of booze and brain dead, Does not know which way to head, Then she say’s just . A TAXI DRIVER ON HIS DEATH When with prophetic eye I peer in the future I see that I shall perish upon this road. Driving men that I do not know. This metallic monster that now I. Dictate. This docile elaborate horse, That in silence seems to simmer and. Strain. Shall surely revolt some tempting day. Thus I shall die; not that I care. For any mans journey.

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