means
nothing to the black car
weaseling
its way
down the emergency
lane,
in an out of traffic.
his windows
darkened,
his four hundred
horse power
engine
with dual exhausts,
revving.
he's a menace
on the highway,
rushing, tailgating,
swerving.
trying desperately
to get an inch further
along
than everyone else.
but he's probably
a good person deep inside,
right?
doubtful.
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