“For the love of Christ!“
I saw this morning morning’s moron, king-
dork of lame-brained driving, dented door-dinged Falcon, in his riding
Oh the rolling Michelins underneath him needed air, & biding
time there, how he hung upon both lanes o’er the line talking
On his cell phone! then off, toward the median to swing,
As a trash bag sweeps smooth on a cross-wind: and sudden sliding
Cut off my poor truck. My hand in hiding
Stirred for a bird, — disbelief of, stupidity of the thing!
Rear window with velour & dog, oh, smoke, brake, turn, “hey,
Signal!” AND the fish plaque stuck to his tail, a Christian
Turns made suddenly, so close at hand to that Chevrolet!
The dunderhead he sheer plods to plough pedestrians
Swine, & Cheney-Bush fan, USA.
“Fool, fuck yourself, and (YES) your mount equestrian!”
You sure it wasn’t a Volga w/ Russian plates?
yes, but that’s a great question.
Dad’s favorite saying: “You’re always driving for the other guy.” One of the things that makes me happy on the road: CHP pulled over the asshole who was doing 90, cutting across lanes.
Pretty neat. At first I thought -Whoa, better let him know his formatting is all messed up -, but then I read it again, of course.
This actually gets more fun the more you read it.
Thanks, N.!
Yeah, the formatting was pretty much not my call.
I think you might have popped a few springs in this
one though. Rhythm comes first.