The Angry World of Cars

the ANGRY world of cars
one pushes, one shoves

in the hurry of love
confiscate those ORNERY horns

trade them in for ANGEL wings
fly around them, wave goodbye

lukewarm oil won’t do the trick
keep the headlights burning BRIGHT

not a BEEP BEEP world of fight
remember cars don’t drive themselves

the SOUL resides under the hood
be a good neighbor, yield RIGHT

4/11/2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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La France Avatar
April 12, 2018 at 10:22 AM
Kim, so clever and interesting. I hate those people who just blast their horns about everything..there is a lot of suppressed fury out there
Rodrigues Avatar
April 12, 2018 at 10:23 AM
For sure! Thanks, Constance!
Gentile Avatar
April 12, 2018 at 8:47 AM
So interesting and clever, Kim. I start every morning saying to myself, " I will be a courteous driver and NOT call anyone a nasty when they cut me off, etc., LOL. Happy Thursday xxoo
Rodrigues Avatar
April 12, 2018 at 9:09 AM
A good mantra, Mike!
Devonshire Avatar
April 11, 2018 at 5:12 PM
It does get pretty angry out there on the highways, Kim. Wish I did have Angel Wings to fly above the traffic. Nice work!
Rodrigues Avatar
April 12, 2018 at 9:09 AM
Thanks!
Cunningham Avatar
April 11, 2018 at 9:22 AM
The soul under the hood, how true Kim.Used to hate that rush hour traffic getting home, like the indy 500. Tom.
Rodrigues Avatar
April 11, 2018 at 9:52 AM
Rush hour and holiday traffic! Thankfully I’m not usually caught in traffic!
Pigeon Tart Avatar
April 11, 2018 at 8:53 AM
Ha! Clever. Well done! xomo :)
Rodrigues Avatar
April 11, 2018 at 9:52 AM
Thank you, dear Maureen! :)
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