Road Rage

Ignore that twitching in your eye.
He jumps a signal, why can’t I?
Throbbing temple, racing pulse,
Rules aren’t just made for us.
Horns are blaring, tempers flaring,
All that cursing all that swearing,
M.F, JACKASS, S.O.B,
U lose all your decency.
Hot in helmets, hot red blood,
Race through your veins in a flood.
No mercy no patience, the devil is steering,
No music, just ads, stupid RJs are screaming.
Head is splitting, nerves are raw,
Just wanna break that idiots jaw.
Everyone’s a pompous jerk,
“Kid, who the hell bought u a Merc?!
You asshole, You piss off, You slimy toad,
Do You think this is Your father’s road?”
Someone play some more distortion,
Let’s fuel the fire and create confusion.
Bribe the cop, drive high on dope,
I’d strangle you with a friggin rope!
Just **** off dude or I’ll explode.
Yeah baby I’m King of the Road!

photo credit: accident via photopin (license)
photo credit: accident via photopin (license)
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