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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2179425
Poem about bad drivers, tongue in cheek, satire. Open, free verse with some rhyme.

Here I sit in my car,
driving thru traffic.
Not trying to go far.
When what do my wondering eyes perceive?
A distracted driver,
heading for me.
Cell phone in one hand,
Star Bucks in the other.
Laughing and drinking,
for him traffic’s no bother.
Steering with his knees,
weaving thru marked lanes,
with the greatest of ease.
And look, guess what?
He’s heading for me.
I sway to the right,
he counters with a left.
If our two cars hit,
there’s going to be such a mess.
Then out of nowhere,
there rose such a clatter.
Two cop cars with blue lights,
to see what was the matter.
I faded to the left,
that driver went right.
I hope the cops arrive,
I don’t what to see such a sight.
That driver pulls over,
the cops pull behind.
I see the ticket book come out,
this should be a hefty fine.

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