THOUGHTS IN TRAFFIC…

Look at that idiot,

Cut me off like I am not here,

Damn! He did it again, to that guy there,

He is looking for trouble from somewhere.

Woman over there applying her make-up,

Sure to get her into an…hey what’s up?

Oops, her front end is now part of his backend,

And while sexually it might be fun,

He is not happy with her at this moment, so don’t offend.

Talking on the cell phone is that blonde,

Watch out for that cop car or you will have to pay a bond,

Oh officer, don’t listen to her, don’t you realize your getting conned?

OH my his tire is running awfully low,

But this traffic is moving too slow,

For me to warn him of his tire getting ready to blow,

Oh well, I tried. There it goes.

Trailer over there is weaving,

Must be the wind,

Causing it to swing,

Or that damn driver is a real ding-a-ling.

Man that guy looks close to death,

Driving that big motor home with the car attached,

Uh oh, he is just a hairs breath away from that,

Oh no he isn’t anymore, he did scratch his brand new rig,

But didn’t hurt that big tree of figs.

What’s this truck stuck in the middle of traffic?

All the way across all the lanes,

With his front against the center median,

And his back end almost straight jammed against that other guy’s car,

Hell, well he must have thought he was a comedian,

But cutting off trucks can leave you in a pinch,

Without so much to spare, as an inch.

Oh look at this dipshit,

Passing on the right,

On the shoulder,

What a fright,

Someone will either jump in front of him,

Or just open a door and he will take that door with him,

Oh my, well it was a new car, as now that guy’s door is attached to his bumper trim…

People are ultimately crazy when they drive, but not me,

As I am as perfect as they are or they, to themselves, seem… 

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