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PET PEEVESOne of my pet peeves is driving with a cell phone My car was rear ended no mercy was going to be shown The car hit so hard I was lifted in the air From behind she's talking on a cell phone without a care I got out and surveyed the damage and it was slight I looked at the car behind still on the phone I was--tight Being an ex-medic looking at the woman something not right Called for an ambulance, three cop cars, firetruck and aid Later they told me calling 9-11 a right choice I had made This woman it seems low numbers in a diabetic shock She hadn't been on that cell phone for just idle talk Seems company trucks were searching to find her her mind unclear Good news is Aid truck took her to a hospital that was near There is a message about diabetics I want to pass on The numbers are bad they look on drugs or at best inebriated I'm glad I didn't Judge got help for that much she was elated She called and said she hadn't ate her numbers were under "32" She is going to watch diet better in the hospital good as new. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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