Road Rage 3 Poem by Robert Melliard

Road Rage 3



As I waited at a junction,
another driver nipped in front.
Unwisely, I had left a gap
between my van and the lights.

When red changed to green,
I quickly overtook him,
and with my window lowered,
raised a single, telling finger.

He was a priest...

Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: anger
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Megan Ewing 30 December 2008

lol i hope that didn't really happen

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 30 December 2008

So, you're the one who has the Bird, that didn't fly south for the winter! Good Stuff...Succinctly solid! FjR

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