Jump in the car and let’s float.
My vessel was a ferry boat
to sin sensation.
With you riding shotgun,
the sun was around at night.
It reflected off the moon
as it glowed on us.
The kaleidoscope in my mind
of these women riding around with me
is ghostly.
Now that these seats are empty,
I solemnly reflect on times past,
bad chicks twerking in the backseat
with no gas.
I was a king amongst men, searching
for the perfect woman,
searching for the one to be
my ride or die.
Lollygagging and galavanting
are pure joy in the summer.
Sweat dripping from our bodies
as we ride with the windows down,
playing our favorite song.
I was told not to love too easy,
but failed almost every time.
At least while riding shotgun,
they were mine.
By Thomas Agbonyitor
Boss Review 