DRIVE TIME TALE
Driving on a two-lane road,
my mind focused and easy,
no worries, no mental load,
I felt good, free and breezy.
Chatting with my backseat child,
enjoying together time,
our moods were playful styled.
All things were surely fine.
A sports car came way too close,
then it slowed, but it did not pass.
Just then, my son’s question rose,
“Why is that man doing that?”
“Son, it’s how traffic news is signaled
when drivers' voices cannot be heard.
Middle fingers mimic the crass tones
of a vile species called 'Greeting Birds."
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