#WritcoPoemPrompt1
A twisted road,
A rebellious journey,
A challenging code,
Towards life's tourney

I have my tools,
All packed and ready
There are no rules
In my old Chevy

Those who have mocked
With smirks and scoffs
They will be shocked
When I pull this off

But not one soul
Can stop this now
A plan so whole
Deserves a bow

I stop the car
I close my eyes
The place not far
To earn my prize

I turn around
It's gaze I meet
Gagged and bound
On my back seat

Outside we go
Towards the fun
I hold it so
It cannot run

I use the cord
I use the knife
I thank the lord
I take it's life