Vindictive
(an oldie)
I saw you driving near me on the road.
I signaled left and pulled into your lane.
You’d think I were the anti-Christ - your bane.
You leaned upon your horn; such anger showed
You hit the gas and never even slowed.
By then, too late, I guessed you were insane
and flustered, tried a faster speed to gain
as you bore down, and I was nearly mowed!
Oh, yes, I know that I deserved some blame,
but must you make life hell for those from whom
you want a thing your way, and they don’t do it?
Red light. I stopped and readied for your game -
one digit lifted (wish you’d flown your broom).
You came, long finger raised; I’d beat you to it!
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