There used to be a nice, nice knee...

but a mad car driver thought, it might be fun..
to see a person on a bike overrun..
so he texted, smoked and sung at the same time..
and thought of his dinner with rosmary and thyme..
and smashed a persons knee very quickly so that
the persons blood dropped out of the wound thickly...

A sad poem by a sad chocaddict.