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road rage

There is loud angry shouting on our road today
This never happens
We have lived here seventeen years, and I have never heard this
Cars usually go up and down this country road with windows up
My dogs’ ears rise to peaks; they are curious too
I am horrified, realizing I could never beat them to the road rage
Or drag

Insanity

Morning glory,
The mountains stand in brown nudity,
There's no shame in being mighty echoes the wind,
The air is taut with the brooding silence of a storm,
It will rain tears sooner or later,
And the roar of affliction will cut through the silence,
The rage of war will be a din,
Churning cataracts of unceasing wants,
Our hunger refuses to be

Road Rage

Cruising in my pickup truck

Seems I might be out of luck

A semi with a heavy load

Just ran my ass off the road

I wonder if he was aware

I doubt he even saw me there

Not much to do at this stage

To help subdue my growing rage

Driven Insane

Folks scream, honk and shout like they have no brain
Even in fog and the glare and the rain
Slow down rounding a hill
And you'll wind up road kill
I know I'm bound to be driven insane!

1/24/23

An Accident

Earwigs from the radio chew past wax to my brain.
Shush shush shush of wipers, 
the pasty wheeze of wet cold road cannot distract. 
So, my resolve sways left than right, drawing 
low back muscles tight, with each argument 
breath comes harder. Fists wave as fingers point. 
Suited, polished, brass balled men rise between 
the road

Road Rage

Two fools
swerve through traffic
meet

Road Rage

I remember 
Your anger 

The way your neck muscles 
Stood out 
As you cursed my name 

You showed up 
Uninvited 
with your pants 
Lower than your hips 
Yet 
You somehow paced with self assurance 

You circled 
The parking garage 
Chain smoking 
Making the concrete ground 
Your ashtray 

Your heavy clothes 
In summer’s heat 
Made it

Road Rage

To the left and right of him
crowds raged, protested,
chanted, pleaded, sloganized,
stigmatized and demonized.

The center of the road seemed empty
yet there a child stood alone
irresolutely.

"Mr.," it asked,
"Why do people form groups,
gangs, identifying as ethnic identities, factions
or political opposites?"

( He was an intelligent kid)

"Sonny," he said
patting the little tyke on the head,
"It's because when 3 or more

Engaged In Road Rage

I was driving to work on Monday morn
when behind me I heard a honking horn
A guy's middle finger taunted with scorn,
and that's the moment my road rage was born.

Normally, I'd smile and give him a wave
like I hadn't seen the finger he gave,
but this dude continued to misbehave
and almost rammed me. It was a close

Hell of a Place

Walking down the road with all the people of my age 
Makes me feel like a stranger at this hell of a place
I try to fasten my pace, so I could spare a minute or two of this disgrace 
I don't look back I stride till I'm out of their gaze 
my eyes on concrete

Road Rage

It takes two to tango, 
as they say. 
It also takes two 
to road rage. 
It sure is fun watching 
two insane, 
out-of-control knuckleheads 
zigzag aggressively 
on the highway
with their driver windows down;
honking their car horns,
screaming 
vile obscenities back and forth!
Classy guys exchanging "bird flips"
as they chase each other down; 
both angry enough 
to run

You and Your Road Rage

You and your Road Rage
   Should be locked in a cage
Way back in the Stone Age
   You blacken the Space Age

Each time you go on a rampage
   Won't you please try to gauge
How you impact the teen-aged
   You and your Road Rage

Your words are an outrage
 

Road Bully

ROAD BULLY

You really are a putz
You beep, you crowd
Your radio’s loud
You act like such a nut

You really are a pain
You swerve, you brake
For heavens sake
You rarely use your brain

You really think your queen
You text, you read
All while you speed
And then get really mean

A bully is what you are
The swears, the rage
Not acting your age
All this

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

Road Rage

Road Rage

Driver of car
ranting and raving
shouting out swear words

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