back seat driver isn't your
mother anymore
or your
wife,
or girlfriend, no.
it's
a computer haranguing
you about
an oil change,
the tires are low,
there's someone
coming up
real close,
brake,
swerve, you're almost
off the road.
you need a tune up,
your door is open.
the lights and bells
are blinking
and ringing all over
the place.
why is your turn signal
still on,
she finally
asks.
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