You annoyed a psycho,
Stressed or recently divorced?
With diarrhea or late for work?
With PTSD or mad at the world?
Abruptly cutting you off.
Stopping. Thinking if you’re worth
A bullet? A baseball bat to break?
You wait. Drive off and get chased?
Thought 911 would be hard to dial,
Forgetting a voice command you could try
Simply say, “Hey, Google!”. Ain’t that nice?
You stay put. Wait for your final fate.
Until he drove on. The finger he gave,
Stabbing the air, now so pained!
Thinking a stupid, old woman
Was never worth his while.
Phew! You’re incredibly alive!
And felt so very much loved.
MLJ16112025RoadRageOn52nd
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