oh me oh my
the cars fly by
oh bother oh brother
here comes another
oh wait . . . what now
we’re stopping some how
accident or construction
what manner of destruction
cut in cut out, we move at a crawl
I pound on my knees, my hands in a ball
should I scream and shout
or just sit here and pout
is that a pothole that just rattled my teeth
don’t they know or see how badly I seethe
finally, we are moving, I sigh and I groan, followed with a slight moan
the driver states firmly, you’re the worst passenger I’ve ever known
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