Road Rage
Road Rage
By: Tom Wright
8/2/2006
The latest phenomenon
Of “Britches” day and age,
Was his life’s first encounter?
With the tag Road Rage;
It had happened one night
Or was it early morning?
It began without inkling,
Thought, plan, or warning.
“Britches” couldn’t recall
If hour was early or late,
But someone weaving in traffic
Had become his tailgate.
When in his rear mirror
Appeared the tag name “Buck”,
It was attached to the front
Of a primed monster truck;
Before long “Britches” sensed
He’d drawn this hunter’s ire,
For he was closing on his bumper
Like getting there first to a fire.
“Buck” had a gun in his rear window
And a dog box for a load,
“Britches” intently sought an off ramp
To exit that road;
Just when “Britches” thought
“Buck” will cook my goose,
He surmised that “Buck”
Was just some red neck loose?
“Buck” suddenly sped ahead
And with a gesture but not word,
Gave “Britches” his quarry,
A single bird?
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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