The Coward

Music on. Time to spare. Lovely drive. Day so fair. White beast, seething in my mirror. Angry travels, encroaches road furher. As a bee travels. As the vine grows. Travel logistics, doubt he even knows. As I signal. As I slow to turn, street serpent, almost eats ship's stern. Me, placid face. You, twisted scowl. Finger raised, mouths profanity's growl. As it happens, we meet up ahead. Rolling down window, I extend my head. "Hello, sir. You wave as if you know me. Something to say? Something you wish to show me? We can pull over, at the next lot. I'm certain, a resolution can be sought. Or...are your briefs simply too taut?" Paper dragon rushes away. Window back up, nothing to say. Yea...that's what I thought. Lion from Oz. No courage brought. First world man. Drives first world van. First world entitled, empowered. Nothing, but a first world coward. Road rager. Bully. Internet troll. You are all the same. No spirit, no spine, all bark, no soul. People like you set this country's mood. No matter. It's all good. When it ends, you will be my food. -Angel Fatale-