Cabbie

Sure I can take you
Yeah get in
The meter goes on
Let the story begin

Tales of the unexpected
Putting the world to rights
Those bastard cyclists
Going through red lights

Worked in a bank mate
It was so unjust
Now I deal with drunkards
Business types and lust

I’ve seen it all fella’
All goes on in here
I’m paying the money
While I lend my ear

The two of them started kissing
They didn’t want to pay
I’ll find the nearest cash point
What else could I say?

A prostitute who was horny
After a punter changed his mind
Wants him to watch while she masturbates
The night can be kind

Not my cabbie’s scene
He plays it by the book
I miss the turning
He doesn’t need to look

It may cost a lot of money
Don’t just pay for the ride
Glance out of the window
Then take a look inside

Mark Scotchford © 11/11/2013

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About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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