Backseat Philosopher

Door slam, backseat therapy starts. Drunk wisdom pouring from my heart. Driver's heard my

deepest parts. Taxi confessions where truth departs. Telling strangers my life story clear.

Three drinks made me a philosopher here. Driver's nodding, "I feel you,

dear." Five star rating for listening ear. Taxi home confessions,

unfiltered truth. Drunk honesty in this mobile booth. Laughing,

crying, that's my proof. Backseat wisdom in my youth. Tipped extra

for the therapy ride. Tomorrow I'll remember and hide. Ride,

confess, confide. My drunk guide.