Finger Stomping
Down the road at 45 per hour
to the recycle center.
Just minding my own business.
When here comes a car
across the line in that 55 zone
STRAIGHT AT ME !!!!!!
Some idiot thumb stomping a cell phone!
Oh, don’t get me wrong.
I’m amazed at the prowess
of some of these hi tech gurus.
It’s like their finger has gone to Harvard.
Or maybe it’s a computer fed
bionic extension of the mind.
Or better yet
it has a mind of its own.
Maybe it’s a transmorphagration
of a mini me finger
that is the driving force
for that idiot doing the finger stomping.
Maybe the finger is the real him.
Well, he wont be doing that for a while.
When we both had spun out
and come to a grinding halt
in the same ditch bank.
I got out of my car
amidst all his cussing
and adjusted his attitude and
changed his cussing to caterwauling.
He made a sad mistake
by poking that marvel in my face
and saying just enough impolite things
that I grabbed that finger and bent it back double
fully expecting it to poof and fizzle
a little drizzle of smoke
like it shorted or something.
It just snapped.
It didn’t even crackle and pop.
It just snapped.
And that was the end of that.
© Jul 2011 Charles Henderson
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2011
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