Speeding

The minor tragedy of a father and his son

Those bloody cops, they were always stopping me.

I had nine points, I couldn’t risk another one.

And those grubby hacks on my back – it’s jealousy.

They were going to give me a driving ban

That’s why I said it was your mum.

By the way, she won’t be going to Holloway!

You left her. I hate you. You stupid man

Those years of rushing, they were no holiday.

I love you. Hope you know that. It was all for you, son.

I despise you. My anger grows more each day.

I could never stop. I had to push, on and on.

Remember mum's birthday. Good luck in you exam.

Don’t text me again. You don't know who I am.