me
is in a hurry.
they all are it seems.
perhaps
they're doctors
or surgeons,
vip's of some sort,
rushing to
save the world
in some form or
fashion.
he beeps his horn,
flashes his lights,
he waves frantically
for me to pull over
and let him pass,
but i have no where
to turn.
until finally he
squeezes by
and waves his finger,
mouthing words
that would make
my mother cry.
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