A Wait on the Interstate
What the heck's the matter with you mate,
And why are you on the interstate?
I'm growing increasingly irate.
That's why your driving I will berate,
If you don't quickly increase your rate.
Next, I'll pull all the hair out of my pate.
God forbid that I should have to wait.
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