Want A Lift?

A poem from 2017

I'm walking back from town

A guy in a red car winds his window down and asks

“Want a lift home?”

I tell him, “No, I want to walk’

He pulls a gun and points it at me

Saying, “You don't understand.

I want to give you a lift”

I tell him, I understood him the first time

And waving a gun at me doesn't stop me wanting to walk home

He looks panicked

I've clearly seen his face

And I'm not playing the game

He doesn't know what to do

I don't know what to do

What should I do?