Hit and Run
I saw the blues and reds flash
In case of crime look on the dash
Blue and yellow make green
Hit the pedal, flee the scene
Precipitative participation
Tears of digestion
Running down my cheeks
As I swallow instead of speak
Changing down, the lights behind fade
Into the canal I would wade
Before I give in to a police search!
Hit something – Whoa! The car gives a lurch!
I don’t know if I can look
What we have found beneath the book
Of Life that you sell
It is a well of chance, a little dance
And the killing is done.
