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!