I'm on another tear.
The vague and self-absorbed drivers have gotten on my last
nerve. The other night one pedestrian
was killed and another injured right down here on Coffee Pot Bayou by a hit and
run driver. The guy wasn’t drugged or
drunk just in his egomaniacal world of speeding and blasting what passed for
music. The police got him and he’s in jail, the injured person is still in the
hospital and the dead person isn’t coming back.
This is the beginning of an off and on series about
techno-maniacs—note reference to texting.
Don't worry, political junkies, I haven't given up on that either.
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FMHorner
How ‘bout a little
respect!
yea, you with the
death grip
on the steering
wheel,
your shoulders
hunched up
against your ears
I’m that little
handle
on the left that you
ignore,
the clicky one
covered in dust,
unused
I came with the car
no charge,
not an add on
like that CD player
you blast to the
world
do you think other
drivers
can read minds,
have crystal balls
or cell phones with
the
psychic network on
speed dial?
wish I’d been bought
by a better driver
because now you're texting,
not watching the road
and I have a headache
an invasion of privacy
it’s not
to let others know
your next move
in traffic
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