At my older Daughter's graduation from college a few weeks ago . I had a conversation with her Sister-In-Law about my book and needing inspiration to write 10 more poems. I said I need something that generates strong emotion. This brought about bursts of suggestions from everyone else n the group. One suggestion from the sister-in-law was "like the jerk who cut me off on the way up here?" I said "I know the first line of that poem!" and here it is . . .
Who the hell do you think you are?
Cutting me off in that sporty little car
I see you zipping in and out of lanes
jumping lanes are you insane?
Who the hell do you think you are?
I was going there too, when you cut off my car
I was legally trying to change lanes when you came
and cut me off then you flip me off like I'm to blame
Tell me what did I do, to piss YOU off?
Just driving following the rules of the road
when you swerve by almost hitting my car
I honk cause I think you don't see me
Honestly . . . Who the hell do you think you are?
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Reviewed by jeannie accountius (Reader)
Reviewed on June 25, 2011
yepp!! i know this one too,on the way back to Cali from Fl we were driving a woman cut me off on the interstate hwy well little to her surprise a cop saw her and pulled her right the hell over..
A Friend wrote a piece in response to this one. It was good so I thought I'd share it here.
A POEM By Tony J
Who the hell do you think you are?
I'm MR. BIG STUFF!
That's Who I Know I AM!
And If I Cut You Off In My Sporty Little Car
I'm Really Really Sorry Ma'am!
I Have A Perfect Explanation
You See I Was In Pain
My Ego Had Been Wounded
That's Why I Was Constantly Changing Lanes
My Babe Left Me For Another
My Mind Was Going To & Fro
That's Why I Wasn't Driving Legally
Obeying The Rules Of The Road
And Not Only You Thought It Was Idiotic
Thinking My Driving Was Insane
'Cause I Flipped A Few People Off That Day
While Changing In & Out Of Lanes
Now The Road Rage Is Gone
And What I Said May Be No Real Excuse
But I NEVER EVER THOUGHT
My Babe Would Ever Turn Me Loose!
At The Time I Just Didn't Wanna Accept It
I Just Knew Everything Was Right!
But My Babe Didn't Signal Green
Instead I Got THE HAND...THE RED LIGHT!
Since Then I've Found Another
And This Babe Really Is MY STAR
'Cause I'm MR BIG STUFF! And Hopefully That Answers:
Who the hell do you think you are?
Hee...Hee.....seriousness aside....just havin' sum fun wid ya piece....take care
I have felt like this on the road before...and THIS poem really captures a lot of people's frustration and anger!
Very earthy expression, very honest and well expressed poem.
Every word counts. ~Z.B.McClure
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A POEM By Tony J
Who the hell do you think you are?
I'm MR. BIG STUFF!
That's Who I Know I AM!
And If I Cut You Off In My Sporty Little Car
I'm Really Really Sorry Ma'am!
I Have A Perfect Explanation
You See I Was In Pain
My Ego Had Been Wounded
That's Why I Was Constantly Changing Lanes
My Babe Left Me For Another
My Mind Was Going To & Fro
That's Why I Wasn't Driving Legally
Obeying The Rules Of The Road
And Not Only You Thought It Was Idiotic
Thinking My Driving Was Insane
'Cause I Flipped A Few People Off That Day
While Changing In & Out Of Lanes
Now The Road Rage Is Gone
And What I Said May Be No Real Excuse
But I NEVER EVER THOUGHT
My Babe Would Ever Turn Me Loose!
At The Time I Just Didn't Wanna Accept It
I Just Knew Everything Was Right!
But My Babe Didn't Signal Green
Instead I Got THE HAND...THE RED LIGHT!
Since Then I've Found Another
And This Babe Really Is MY STAR
'Cause I'm MR BIG STUFF! And Hopefully That Answers:
Who the hell do you think you are?
Hee...Hee.....seriousness aside....just havin' sum fun wid ya piece....take care
Very earthy expression, very honest and well expressed poem.
Every word counts. ~Z.B.McClure
Great job Marissa