Barely Illegal

Going twenty-eight in a twenty zone

While casting glances at his phone

With his lap belt fastened but not his shoulder

And an open bottle of water in the holder.

He drove on through a yellow light.

He flashed no signal but still turned right.

He’s of a group of scofflaws such

Who’ll break the law, but not by much.

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