I wrote a poem today

originally posted at Absolute Write

White Car From Connecticut

White car from Connecticut, you make me nervous.
You drive as though you think you are impervious.
Traffic lights and stop signs and lanes hold no sway,
Your hand upon the horn to warn us away.

Motorists and pedestrians, bicyclists and I,
Are extra-special wary whenever you pass by.

White car, O white car, I know about your kind!
I've seen you speed and swerve, the damage left behind.
I've driven many places, and I find it true:
In Boston, New York City, none so bad as you.

Vigilant and cautious, I kept you in my sight
So instead the fucking beige car got me on the right.

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