Lead Foot

I have a lead foot
It drops on the pedal with no restraint
My eyes become foggy
My porous skin steams
Cops? They'll all buy a good sob story
I just might sob
I swear I took that turn on two wheels
Maybe it was three
Clammy hands grip the wheel like claws with prey
Here comes the last stretch
I take a deep breath
Preparing for the worst
I might throw up
Please don't let the ambulance sit at the bottom of my drive way
Like a dog at the foot of the bed
I wonder which relative it was
I hope one I wasn't very close to
Probably was
I'm going to throw up
But look at it
The house is dark, just like my mind
No blue or red lights dancing on the sides
It sleeps
I wish I could
But I let it happen again