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 to a family that doesn't respect you but fears you.
As you vroom up your long driveway.
They honeycomb themselves in their rooms.
Hiding from the arrival of the repetitive sting.
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