A taxi
Calm, smooth and polite
Raised my hand with head bowed:
"Will you please and can I? "
He, taxi wearing a blue tooth
Selfish in yellow cab
Raised his hand as if say:
"What the hell, why should I? "
I hate the word hate, have always
But bully, bullying, I hated, regardless.
Smoothly, trickster I turned wheel
Slowly I pushed car in between
The bully taxi and ne front
I know that driving
Of Russia; of Iran
I killed him
His power
Was only
In his honk
and was loud.
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