Once again - a pallid old man,
this time adorned with tats galore,
rams the horn at another stop sign
he barely acknowledges - blows right past -
as he pilots his oversized compensation machine.
Small and shriveled - yes, perhaps his brain -
driving through the sign, ignoring the sedan
that arrived first, waiting proper, waiting patient.
Tell me, old man - why so rushed?
Why so deaf to common sense?
Why must your beast of chrome and pride
crush my right-of-way beneath its tires?
I waited - I knew the law.
But you, sunglasses perched,
goatee gleaming like some devil of bad timing,
barreled through impatience incarnate.
One second, old douchebag - that's all it takes -
stop at the sign, as law demands.
But your flaw? A roaring ignorance.
Your eyesore of a truck
thunders past decency and decorum,
while I - in my modest sedan - know better.
Know to wait, to yield, to breathe.
And yet - here you are.
Roaring through the rules
you should have mastered by now.
this time adorned with tats galore,
rams the horn at another stop sign
he barely acknowledges - blows right past -
as he pilots his oversized compensation machine.
Small and shriveled - yes, perhaps his brain -
driving through the sign, ignoring the sedan
that arrived first, waiting proper, waiting patient.
Tell me, old man - why so rushed?
Why so deaf to common sense?
Why must your beast of chrome and pride
crush my right-of-way beneath its tires?
I waited - I knew the law.
But you, sunglasses perched,
goatee gleaming like some devil of bad timing,
barreled through impatience incarnate.
One second, old douchebag - that's all it takes -
stop at the sign, as law demands.
But your flaw? A roaring ignorance.
Your eyesore of a truck
thunders past decency and decorum,
while I - in my modest sedan - know better.
Know to wait, to yield, to breathe.
And yet - here you are.
Roaring through the rules
you should have mastered by now.