Not the end 

NOT THE END

    Park cars in Hell Street
    lo and behold: traffic at a hellish pace

I switch on the interior lighting
turn over the cassette one more time
'just remember death is not the end
 not the end, not the end
 remember death is not the end...'

I rub my eyes, sleep is
not the lot of chauffeurs
it’s really driving with the devil
with Morpheus staring right next to you

the landscape's unfamiliar to me
although the route's clearly indicated
on the map and the signs:
refusing's just not on, today

all the borders that I pass by
a wave, a nod, a greeting
- my number plate's worth its weight in gold! -
smuggler’s delight, with a blind eye
for the bastards in uniform

no, I'm not defending the weak
propelled by a hundred horse
I drive past injustice
only stopping for a cancer fix.

© Bart FM Droog, 1998
© translation John Irons, 2000
original title: Not the end, from Deze dagen, Passage Publishing Company, Groningen, 1998