Left Lane Poem by Robert Sheridan

Left Lane



You meet someone
Starts off well
Then they get in
the left lane and
it all goes to hell.

What once went smoothly
They decided to put on
horse-blinders, now
one-eye blind, can’t
see out the other.

They like to play the game
It seems you can’t be yourself
anymore – so, if they can’t
stand the heat, get out of the
kitchen once and for all!


‘2008’

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