You live your life happy and free of
horrible things happening to you.

You feel like those horrible things
only happen to others.

You take risks certain that you don’t
have to worry

about those horrible things that only
happen to others.

You’re taking a walk one day without
your car far from your home.

Thunder and rain explode in the sky,
and you’re getting soaked.

A nice, harmless looking man offers
you a ride.

Your instincts tell you he’s safe,
and you get in his car.

He makes pleasant conversation
and lets you out at your home.

And you have no idea how lucky
you were

because he is a serial killer, and you
were not his type.

Bob Boyd