Why did my baby, do what she did,
why did our love go so far off the grid.
What were we doing on that rainy night.
,How could such horror come from a future so bright

We were out for a spin in my baby's new car.
we approached a bridge, we hadn't gone too far.
There in the road, straight ahead,
the road was blocked by Antifas walking dead.
She couldn't stop, she swerved to the left.
the mob was screaming, staring at death.
The screaming tires, the flying fools,
the eerie screams of the Antifa ghouls.

When I came to, I heard the sirens sound,
Cops and looky-lous stood all around.
Someone was wiping blood from my eyes,
my baby wasn't hurt but some antifas died.
She lifted my head, looked at me ,and said.
Thank God Baby, you're not dead.
She held me close, we shared our last kiss,
that's when I lost the love I'll always miss.
She's rotting in prison, til she gets paroled,
If that happens we'll be 80 years old.

Oh why oh why, did she do what she done,
Why was she so high, why was she so spun.
She's sitting in prison, she's passing time,
They were just Antifa, why was that a crime?
D.L. Crockett -- 4/6/23