He hit send…

He picked up his phone
He opened the messenger
He typed as if prone
To accidents and mistakes

The car speed increased
The driver kept typing
He would soon be deceased
But who would have known?

His eyes on the phone
His feet on the floor
If only he had known
He’d soon be no more

The message, you see
Was a sad one to read
But the car hit the tree
And the driver was deceased

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