At the roundabouts they hang
On horns and holographic hate
Taste the bitter spittle specked
Defeat on windscreen wasted
On horns and holographic hate
Taste the bitter spittle specked
Defeat on windscreen wasted
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4 comments:
Wow! Wow doesn't cover it, but I don't how I feel, or what I feel, after reading this. I understand it,
and I've seen it up close and personal. I've always believed it a disease, like cancer. This opens old wounds, I thought closed.
a tirade against road rage? apt
vroom vroom :)
you manage to put a face (or two) to the consequences of bullshit ( not to mention spittle)
great poem.
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