Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Crazy Truth

All Chevy drivers are dangerous; they cannot drive.
I search for a few minutes, finding the Chevy emblem.
Watch stealthily, sure enough he cuts in front of me.
Proving my theory.

Now I change my truth to all Missouri drivers are crazy.
I watch one do a crazy U-turn and add it to my schemata.
Drive a few more minutes. Decide all black cars have unfriendly drivers.
Must change this theory when I remember I am driving a black car.

Listen the radio a few minutes. Here an old person on there complaining.
Grouch. Grouch. Grouch. Gripe. Gripe. Grouch. Grouch. Grouch.
She has some kind of a weird accent.
My truth is now all people with accents are complainers.

My schemata is adding ideas all the time, sometimes adjusting.
A car cuts in front of me, almost causing me to wreck.@#%&*@#$#@@#$$%%
That must be a Chevy driver.
I race after him, honking and giving him the finger.

He looks back and returns the favor.
His car is a Ford.
Oh.
I slow down, drop back.  Ford drivers are okay.
This must have been a one-time accident.

Meanwhile he has added this truth to his truth box.
Old ladies wearing red Kansas City Chiefs shirts are crazy.

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Sigrid Ermine September 11, 2020 at 2:48 AM Caren, - you've been watching me driving!!! Hilarious poem, totally there. I tell Mazdas they're breaking their special speed limit once they hit twenty five miles per hour. .. Drives ya mad!! Caren Krutsinger September 11, 2020 at 2:20 PM I have to tell you the more I see the more I say "What am I thinking?" You cannot truly generalize anyone. My identical twin and I are proof of that. We spent 4 hours once going store to store looking for an identical T-shirt that we would BOTH agree to wear.