Beep beep, move your car <br />Out of my way, I'm the star <br />I'll cut you off to get a head <br />You drive like you're still in bed <br /> <br />Out of my way, this is my road <br />Move it you big fat sluggish toad <br />Off the road, stink up your own street <br />Get lost or your head I will beat <br /> <br />I'll fly over a lane without a blinker <br />When you see me coming, move you stinker <br />But if you try to cut in front of me <br />I'll cut you off and force you to flee <br /> <br />My toons I will blast so all can hear <br />My horn I will blare if at all you dare <br />Get in my way and you'll feel my wrath <br />With my hot coffee I'll give you a bath <br /> <br />And when the police bring me to a halt <br />I will prove that it all was your fault <br />It could not possibly be my road rage <br />As the court reads my name off a page<br /><br />Darlene Walsh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/traffic-22/
