Sunny day, scorching bright
Dotted lane, passing by
A turn, a skid
A thud, a smash, a crash
You did, not I
But for him it’s you who lies
Boiling red faces,
Words like firing guns
A push here, now a slap
Here goes another fight
Road rage they say it is…
Not mistakes of men
But just a way
To vent their own vexation…
~k~
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