Repetitive Sting
Strutting about like you'll outlive god.
Take control of the throne..
You in that loud-notice me- sports car.
Weaving in and out of traffic
On the byways of your little man planet,
Racing home to a family that doesn't respect but fears you.
As you vroom up your long driveway.
They honeycomb themselves in their rooms.
Hiding from the arrival of the repetitive sting.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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