To the Driver Behind Me at Rush Hour
There is no road ahead for you to steal.
Your road rage will not change the way I drive.
You only have two pedals and a wheel.
Believe me, I have nothing to conceal—
there’s no agenda crafted to deprive
you any inch of road ahead to steal.
This honking ceaselessly will just reveal
you’re not the sharpest Hornet in the hive.
I, too, have only pedals and a wheel.
You race ahead, then brake till tires squeal.
It hurts your ego, driving forty-five.
There is no road ahead of me to steal.
You’ll never reach the speed you think ideal,
engage your cruise control or overdrive.
You only have two pedals and a wheel.
Ahead, the brake lights slalom like an eel
as merging turtles steadily arrive.
There is no road ahead of me to steal—
so impotent, those pedals and that wheel.