The Prom Poem

I received a copy of this poem last year(1994) in Mrs. Roemers Health Ed. class when I was a Freshmen. I believe it was Eileen Ong and Matt Ciancio that read it out loud in front of the class. Everyone in the class got a copy. Mrs. Roemer said that she cut it out of the Ann Landers column in The Detroit Free Press and that it was sent to The Detroit Free Press anonymously, according to what the column said.

Here's how my copy reads: 

Don't drink and drive, poem warns

Because of a huge number of requests,      He didn't know where he was going,
here is the Prom Poem, sent      	   Mom,
anonymously this week to radio station     He was probably at the same party as I.
WYCD FM.			    	   The only difference is, Mom,
I went to a party, Mom,			   He drank, and I will die.
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,		   Why do people drink, Mom?
So I drank soda instead.		   It can ruin your whole life.
					   I'm feeling sharp pains now, Mom,
I felt really proud inside, Mom,	   Pains just like a knife.
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom	   	   The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.	   I don't think it's fair.
		   		    	   I'm lying here dying, Mom,
I know I did the right thing, Mom,	   While all he can do is stare.
I know you're always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,	   Tell my brother not to cry, Mom,
As everyone drives out of sight.	   Tell Daddy to be brave.
				   	   And when I get to heaven, Mom,
As I got into my car, Mom,		   Write "daddy's Girl" on my grave.
I knew I'd get home in one piece,
Because of the way you raised me, 	   Someone should have told him, Mom,
Mom, So responsible and sweet.		   Not to drink and drive.
		   			   If only they'd have taken the time,
I started to drive away , Mom, 		   Mom,
But as I pulled onto the road,		   I would still be alive.
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And it hit me like a load.		   My breath is getting shorter, Mom,
			   		   I'm becoming very scared.
As I lie here on the pavement, Mom, 	   Please don't cry for me, Mom, 
I hear the policemen say,		   Because when I needed you, you were 
The other guy is drunk, Mom,		   always there.
And now I'm the one who'll pay.
			   		   I have one last question, Mom,
I am lying here dying, Mom,		   Before I say good-bye.
I wish you'd get here soon.		   I didn't ever drink, Mom,
How come this happened to me, Mom?	   So why am I to die?
My life burst like a balloon.
		   		   	   This is the end, Mom,
There is blood all around me, Mom,	   I wish I could look you in the eye.
Most of it is mine.			   To say these final words, Mom,
I hear the paramedic say, Mom,	   	   I love you, and good-bye.
I'll be dead in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom,
The others didn't think.