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Traffic Jam Slam Who dresses them up and puts them in cars gives them their keys as they leave the bars these drivers who sit at the red light and grin preachers out practicing Sunday’s big sin. Somehow they think we can’t see inside as they dig in their noses and ogle with pride something they found that they should probably hide. She’s putting on make-up, He’s combing his hair the kids in the back seat wish they weren’t there. As the light changes they make that left –SLASH while plucking the last of their graying eyelash. They’re texting at red lights so they tend to linger and when you disturb them they give you the finger. Then there are those who ride on their bikes who haven’t matured since they fell off their trykes, riding on sidewalks and running stop signs dressing in outfits that require fines. Who leaves the slow people alone on the street stuck in the crosswalk – rush hour - dead meat. Now we have turkeys and the Canada Goose invading the country, just plain running loose crossing the highways, honking at us and if you should hit one – oh what a fuss PETA will come with a camera and crew, let the whole world get a good look at you. So put on your make-up and straighten that hair your fifteen minutes of fame is frighteningly near. For SKAT A slam the slam contest John G. Lawless 5/31/2014

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Date: 9/1/2015 1:51:00 AM
Wonderful write and a superb win! Big congrats John!
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