“I met a crazy cab driver ,
Who was a big lier ,
He said he was a survivor ,
And exclaimed he wanted to become a Shriver ,
And was always happy to be a minor ,
I believed as I liked the men with power,
That was the time he stabbed me with a screw driver ,
He smiled and poured my blood on his face as if he was having a shower ,
He was high on weed and I was hanged downward,
I realised he was the same man with whom I had drug of lovers ,
But left him on knowing he was a coward ,
I wished I was further ,
Then my body with a white blanket would've never been covered....”
©pluto
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