Drum
Drum
Drum
My fingers on the wheel
Trying not to lose my cool
Stuck in traffic
Behind some fool
Late for a meeting
Won't get there on time
Call in to work
Reschedule for another time
I hate to do that it pisses me off
But delay in traffic, what could I do
Drum
Drum
Drum on the wheel
Doesn't that fool in front of me
Know where the gas petal is
I want to honk my horn
Scream or yell
Or just give him a "love nudge" with my car
Anything to get him moving
Drum
Drum
Drum on the wheel
Inch by inch we move
Hoter under the collar I get
Already pissed
Already late for work
How could the day get worse
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Comments2
Whoa dude! I don't honk my horn and I'm um, very aggressive behind the wheel. I get pissed off (as the saying goes), wait my chance for escape, give none the earful of my disgust, and have realized that apparently the motherfuckers, assholes, fatherrapers, and the whole kit-and-caboodle lie low until I get behind the wheel. Then they all come out of the woodwork and harass me endlessly.
This is absolutely AWESOME! I love, love, LOVE it! Excellently rendered with great imagery and a delightfully subtle poignancy. Thank you so very much for sharing!
You're welcome
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.
The worst one that I have ever had was a two and a half hour journey taking six and a half hours.
Andy
Thank you
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