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Poetry 2000-..... |
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You get in your car Life becomes chance How many self-absorbed Won't signal in advance? Go u l t r a s l o w Or light speed fast Power-starved tailgaters Up your ass So you tip your mirror Rather than react To the Sociopath Weapon at your back Tanks obscuring view Like generals in a war All they lack is a swastika Printed on their door There's never a cop To issue a stiff fine To the Omega Man Control-freak of the line For every given license There should be a class And I don't mean a test A monkey could pass Three strikes could apply To maniacs of the road Who leave their house Looking to explode Sometimes you just pull over Better yet turn around Cause it only escalates After mile two I found God grant us to be patient And keep us educated That some so need a doctor Who'll keep them medicated The rules of the road Will never apply to these Until their wrongful right Is taken with their keys. Ciera S. Louise c. March 14, 2005 |