Tom Dylan

Driving Offence

F*** she yelled at the tail-backed traffic,

red light illuminating her angry features,

I don’t believe this s***!

 

Look at him, look at the p**** pushing in!

If he thinks he can cut me up,

he’s got another thing coming!

 

I knew that t*** in the flash car

would do that! Get in the right lane!

I clung on to the door handle tightly

as she swerved and swore her way through

the rush-hour traffic.

 

Finally I’d had enough. I had to say something.

 

C****! I said.

What did you say?

She asked, eyes wide in shock.

 

I don’t think anyone had ever spoken to her like that before.

I smiled and repeated myself.

Chill!