where is your God now?

He is too busy keeping you alive on the

road to  perform the miracle

parting of the traffic for you

and your unending blinker

 

Thank you

I switched lanes way in front of you

But you were going so fast you felt

compelled to pull alongside me at the light

and say "you need to learn to use your mirror"

twice

thanks for the tip, assh*le

you need to learn to drive the speed limit

the only thing I need to learn is how to shoot a .357

while in a moving vehicle

 

Stoner girl

In your white beater car

held together with grateful dead bumper stickers

you decided to get into my lane just when I was next to you

then swerved away when you realized I was there

whoa, man.... trip

you were short with dark, stringy hair

I saw you finally coast over behind me

(not using a turn signal was a nice touch)

only to go the speed limit in the fast lane

a thorn in the side of all those hardworking stiffs

trying to make a living behind you

 

You Make Me Feel Good About Myself

hey you black truck, with your

raiders sticker,

zipping

around all of us "slow" cars

thinking you can get a better deal

in the slow merge lane, uphill, behind the semis

are you a complete moron?

yet, you made it ahead, somehow, alive

although I passed you later as you were

trying to take an exit at the last minute

I was going 80; you were going

0, parked in the median to squeeze in

tool

 

 

Some Haiku:

 

much red lights - I braked

you went onto shoulder to not hit me

thank you, you bad driver

 

I hate these freeways

way too many bad drivers

better to stay home