the backseat
driver
wants you to slow
down, go left
go right, use
your signal.
stop
at the light.
roll the window
up she says,
turn the heat
on, turn
if off. the radio
is way too
loud, can you put
it on a different
channel,
i want to hear
opera, no
some cajun music.
or a georgian
chant. do you
mind pulling
over so that i
can use a restroom.
what's that smell,
are we buring oil.
your finger
rests firmly
on the red eject
button.
a perk she's
soon too find
out about.
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