My Daily Commute
This morning as I was driving to work
A car passed by that was driven by a jerk.
He flew by me and then cut in front,
But I didn’t care much for his little stunt.
I dare not honk in this day and age;
He might just shoot me to show his rage;
Nor show my displeasure by flashing my brights;
lest I end up as the subject of a fight.
I pull beside him and look at him long;
He flips me off like I did something wrong.
This is my life; it’s such a pity;
my daily commute through the big city.
This daily commute is starting to suck;
going to work each day to make a buck.
I say to myself why not retire,
And quit this commute before I expire.
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2017
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