Poetry
Turning Left
A poem.
Published in
Jul 27, 2022
Giving the sign to turn left,
No cars on the horizon,
So I move;
I’ve looked for the right,
And what I see made me think,
«Oh boy, humans are f*ckd!»
A car on the side,
When it should be behind;
It was two girls,
That I thought,
«They’re probable high.»
