When I throw eggs out the window
While on the motorway
Some jerks honk and curse at me.
That’s what I learned today.
Now if I hit you with an egg
You can honk if you want to
But I don’t mind ’cause either way
In the end the yolk’s on you.
Tag Archives: Traffic
Driving Home
Today I returned home from my vacation in Portland, OR. The following are a few poems I thought of over the six hour drive when I should have been avoiding pedestrians:
Feel free to tailgate my ass,
But the more you press, the less I gas.
The sooner I’m back
In Oregon
The sooner your drivers
I can deplore again.
Filed under Poems
Today I returned home from my vacation in Portland, OR. The following are a few poems I thought of over the six hour drive when I should have been avoiding pedestrians:
Feel free to tailgate my ass,
But the more you press, the less I gas.
The sooner I’m back
In Oregon
The sooner your drivers
I can deplore again.
Filed under Poems
Nearsighted
Dancing fairy lights.
Look again and it’s a truck.
Should’ve looked both ways.
Filed under Poems
Keywords
I’m trying to attract more visitors
To this little blog o’ mine,
And, as you’d say to a stranger,
“Everything’s going fine.”
That said, with all the interest
On riots and anarchy,
I thought I’d write a poem
For those in national security.
Bomb, plastic explosives,
Terrorism, June.
Do not fly to Baltimore.
Tomorrow night at noon.
[Unintelligible string of letters].
Shoe bombs and bomb swallowers.
That should give me some new views
(And maybe a few new followers).
Filed under Poems, To the Reader
Traffic Jam
I put some rubber on my toast
Along with smog and frustration,
Mixed with a soupsant
Of despair and irritation.
It wasn’t a great breakfast,
But I didn’t want to shirk,
So I had toast with traffic jam
On my way to work.
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