In nineteen hundred and ninety five, 
The Department of Rehabilitation tried to teach me how to to
drive.
I got my license, but I'm not on the road;
Because it made me so nervous that my heart would surely
explode.
Also, I have clumsy coordination;
When I'm on and off my medication.
Luckily, I'll never drive a car;
Because the ends of lives of those on the road wouldn't be
far.
Also, I don't have the money;
That is never very funny.
But, I have no regrets that a vehicle in my life; I can
delete;
Because I'm happy to get around on my two feet!