Mindless Motorist
A BOOM, BOOM, BOOMING!
that annihilates my quiet reverie
with the violence of a hammer;
an assault of every sensibility.
Overpowering,
a racket of confusion,
LOUD and raw with stupidity;
it thunders and pounds from
a car I wish weren’t so close to me.
No intelligible words,
nor pleasant melody; vibrations
drill away at my inner sanctity
like a dentist in my mental cavity,
with ear shattering volume
enough to crack paint
six cars over,
l can’t help but wish its driver
was elsewhere
pushin’ clover.
The green signals my freedom
from this torture of the damned
as ‘Mr. Mindless’ speeds on oblivious
to curse some other traffic jam.
2007-11-12
11:05:22
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autumlovr
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California is loaded with the mindless, most of whom are driving cars! OMG! :O)))))
2007-11-12
12:01:43 ·
update #1