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Driving Thru Rat Race Maze

I ain't gonna brag, boast, blab...,
lest yours truly suffers demise from backstab,
resignedly taking wheel of our automobile
donning, (but NOT trumpeting) 
role as taxi cab

shuttling the missus, (she effusively glad)
to medical appointment
me, the obliging husband
in order for this mister former cad,
debt, now an ordinary dude dad,

who upon snaking, crab
like sighing, shimmying, scooching...
thru bumper to (rubber 
baby buggy) bumper drab
morning commute, which 

snail's pace spurred shoutout, via ab 
dom men null controlled app     
designed by A. Habb,
which homonym identical 
sound of descendent, sans faint jab,

asper fictitious Capt'n of Pequod 
at sea vis a vis 
if forced to snatch macadam landgrab
all the while aye spent gab
bing maintaining mindful outlook 

for aggressive drivers,
whose cold icy stare 
felt akin to painful jab
methought best not to "flip the bird"
subsequently get rushed

to emergency medical lab
avoided, cuz aye hapt tubby vigilant
for brazen drivers, plus additionally
keeping keen eye for police ready to nab
speed demons (mailer or female) even nawab

receiving citation for traffic infraction
and if repeat offender sent to rehab
with license revoked,
nonetheless a slight stab
of anxiety as appointment time elapsed

indicated by built in digital clock
no matter arriving after 7:45 am time
my de facto role as chauffeur,
the wife would disfrock,
but fortunately excuse, sans gridlock

did not necessitate need
us to return at later date, thus no knock
kin wind out figurative sails, hence
circumstance did not
find me laughingstock,

thus any consideration, asper myself
resorting to quaffing hemlock
unnecessary honorable sacrifice,
that versus engaging in lethal warlock
additionally compromising private uber
to give spouse coveted lyft.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 5/17/2019 7:29:00 PM
Traffic during rush hour always seems like lethal warfare. I can see where an Uber might be exactly the right route, and you can save your finger from having to make a decision also. I can so relate to this one!
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