Twelve shots of whiskey, I consumed.

Stumbled around through the room.

Out the door I found my car,

Driving in the dark, distracted by stars.

Eyes are heavy and half asleep

Wheels start swerving, my eyes can barely see.

A loud thump awakens me in the dark road.

In the rearview mirror a figure laid, although

I did not stop, I continued driving on.

I wondered to myself if that was wrong.

Found my way home safe and sound.

Didn't think again of the figure laying on the ground.