I hate driving
I hate what it does to
me
I strive to be better
And behave courteously
But the second
The car door slams
I feel myself change
Into a different man
I lose my
communication skills
Speaking in gestures
Or coded messages on
the horn
That don’t relieve the
pressure
Driving makes me
intolerant
Impatient and aggressive
It makes me angry
Selfish and abusive
I hate driving
I hate what it does to
me
It fills me with rage
For everything I see
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