Hands On The Wheel Poem by Dorsey Baker

Hands On The Wheel



Drivers charging from the front
from behind
like bulls charging
butting heads
on the highway
battleground

honking horns
flashing headlights
screaming tires
and tricky maneuvers
testing nerves!
braking and faking
speeding like a fast
bullet
their target
any curve
anywhere in sight
its every man
and every woman
for him or herself
aint no speed limit!

Friday, August 31, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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