Confess
I sometimes look at people
like they must have two heads
The things they say, the things they do
retard is the best address
like idiots they complain, obnoxious
and they're rude...
...and they look at us like we are stupid
when thier own stupidness eludes...
Whilst driving approaching a pedestrian...
A man he waits to cross...
The idiot behind parps his horn,
and mouths to me hurry up!
Now the man that is crossing is
by no means a dwarf...
The idiot behind cant see...
But by now his mind has morphed...
So I lower my car window -
...and I give him the salute!
Sending him a very clear message...
what he can do with his little toot...
Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2012
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