Driving
Out on the road
watching cars go by
some drive fast
while others go slow
just where they're going,
nobody knows.
They just keep driving
wherever they go,
polluting the air,
that's all I know.
Some go fast,
while others go slow.
Sometimes I drive,
I drive real slow.
Those who drive fast,
they let me know,
by giving me the finger
'cause I'm driving to slow.
Where we're all going,
still I don't know.
I'll try and be happy
wherever I go.
Those who drive angry,
let everyone know,
by giving the finger
wherever they go.
"Why do they hurry?"
I just don't know.
They just seem so angry,
wherever they go.
2007-12-03
00:48:35
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catsclaw
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