Post by anirbas on Jan 31, 2020 19:53:03 GMT -6
Weaving in and out of traffic
he appears to be alive chest rising
with each breath hands gripping
the steering wheel tightly
Permanent scowl ingrained
across his brow lips twisted
in a sneer his misplaced anger
an entity unto itself palpable
filling the cab of the fast
moving truck with its bitter
hellbent and bound presence
Spittle flies from his mouth
as he roundly curses those doomed
to end up in his line of vision
in his lane in his god damned way
as other drivers in their vehicles
will happen to do come what may
flying on wheels down the freeway
A road rage warrior a bully
strapped inside a fifteen hundred
pound weapon with four tires rolling
tailgates with impunity bright lights
with glee at night hapless travelers
that don't move out of his way
Delights in the fake side swipe
move as he passes those ill fated
to cross his gnarly growling visage
a human hazard endangering all
no less than the prisoners
trapped in the backseat
of the extended cab pickup
his wife and two children
Weaving in and out of traffic
he appears to be alive chest rising
with each breath hands gripping
the steering wheel tightly
but he isn't he isn't alive
he's dead inside ask the little
woman and kids he's a road rage
warrior coming soon in a truck
or car pulling right up behind
you at eighty miles an hour
~Anirbas.
I used the masculine to describe road rage, as females are rarely guilty of committing these acts of insanity.
he appears to be alive chest rising
with each breath hands gripping
the steering wheel tightly
Permanent scowl ingrained
across his brow lips twisted
in a sneer his misplaced anger
an entity unto itself palpable
filling the cab of the fast
moving truck with its bitter
hellbent and bound presence
Spittle flies from his mouth
as he roundly curses those doomed
to end up in his line of vision
in his lane in his god damned way
as other drivers in their vehicles
will happen to do come what may
flying on wheels down the freeway
A road rage warrior a bully
strapped inside a fifteen hundred
pound weapon with four tires rolling
tailgates with impunity bright lights
with glee at night hapless travelers
that don't move out of his way
Delights in the fake side swipe
move as he passes those ill fated
to cross his gnarly growling visage
a human hazard endangering all
no less than the prisoners
trapped in the backseat
of the extended cab pickup
his wife and two children
Weaving in and out of traffic
he appears to be alive chest rising
with each breath hands gripping
the steering wheel tightly
but he isn't he isn't alive
he's dead inside ask the little
woman and kids he's a road rage
warrior coming soon in a truck
or car pulling right up behind
you at eighty miles an hour
~Anirbas.
I used the masculine to describe road rage, as females are rarely guilty of committing these acts of insanity.
