Driving By Poetri

Driving
By Poetri


If you run a red light while I am trying to turn left, making me wait for you…
That’s the wrong thing to do.
And please don’t get in the turning lane with no intentions of turning
Your only objective is to jet pass me and dash into my lane.
I WISH YOU LUCK, PUNK!!!
Do you feel lucky?

I don’t care if I’m 75 Pinto and you’re in a 2005 Corvette,
You’re not gonna out drive me!
If you do! I take it personally.

There is no such thing as road rage
It’s really car rage, something happens to us I tell you when we get into our cars.
It’s like…if you cut me off you are invading my personal space,
I mean, come on!! I’m driving here!!!

That tells me that you don’t have any respect for my driving capabilities.
And I don’t care how long it takes me!!!
I will hunt you down and cut you off RIGHT BACK!!!
BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!!
And that ain’t my horn that’s my mouth yelling out obscenities
“ What Mother Beep! What Mother Beep What Mother Beeeep!!”

That’s another thing we do in our cars.
We yell at folks…with all of our windows up.
No one can hear us but GOD and quite frankly
God don’t like some of the stuff we say in our cars.

We hold on to anger until we finally pass the sorry son of a…
We just can’t drive by…we have to look at him!!!
We have to see what a sorry non driving pathetic person looks like.
It doesn’t matter if he did it on purpose or not,
He did it to me and that is personal.
This will add some kind of closure.

The only thing that saves him,
Is the fact that he…is a she.
And she…is one hundred and three years old.
There are boundaries. You never cut off or cuss out old people.
That would just be wrong. And that is not what our society is about.
But…if you are under 75. Prepare for my wrath, baby. Prepare for my wrath!!!