My Name Is Reckless

My name is reckless; I’ve passed my test so I know how to drive. I ignore all the honking horns as I weave through the traffic in the sports car I bought last week. I’m the greatest driver you ever want to meet. You see my name is reckless; I’ve passed my test so I know how to drive. No one can beat me as I race down roads everywhere. The speed limit mean nothing to me, that for only learners Because my name is reckless, I’ve passed my test so I know how to drive. I took my mate out for a spin to show him all I new. We raced around the roads. I’d driven down them before so I knew them like the back of my hand. My name is reckless; I’ve passed my test so I know how to drive. As we raced along an articulated lorry was stretched across the road. I knew I could go under it so I told my mate to duck. My name is reckless; I’ve passed my test so I know how to drive. My mate didn’t hear me as the music was so high so when the roof came off so did my mate as well. I escaped with minor injuries, but my mate died at the scene. They told me they were charging me with careless driving, but I soon told then a thing or two. My name is reckless; I’ve passed my test so I know how to drive. Unfortunately, my statement didn’t wash with them. The judge sent me down for a three-year stretch. He took away my licence and threw it in the bin. I protested saying. My name is reckless; I’ve passed my test so I know how to drive.