Working on a draft about a modern tale of denial wrapped up in that famous statement - 'It will never happen to me...it's really not that bad...'
Written for all my friends who have been killed or injured by drunk drivers over the years. I still think of you Suzy E. and Brian W.
The Great Denial
So our good ol' friend
Who doesn't need to feel
Was driving drunk the other night
'cross that farmer's field
He didn't see the dog
Or the man walking home
That good ol' friend drove through them
Thinking they were snow
What have you said to me, he cried
You weren't there the other night
I will deny that time
So our good ol' friend
Who doesn't want to feel
Was sentenced early yesterday
Near that farmer's field
Those good ol' boys of Akron
Came to his defense
But the family weeping next to them
Made more common sense
What have you done to us? they cried
Daddy's gone; this happened
We will not deny that time
I never touch the stuff, he said
It's really only in your head
I never touch the stuff, he said
So our good ol' friend
Who doesn't seem to feel
Is shouting at the blacken'd sky
Hoping for appeal
Just give me my final meal
Before I slowly die
And let it be the bottle, Bill
So I can feel alive
Look what you've done to me, he cried
You weren't there that other night
I will deny that time