Is a man driving his SUV
too fast, with too many options
his crisp dandruff floats
onto the leather interior,
onto the cell phone to his left ears
which falls to the floor next to his
Gucci shoes shined and lovely
next to the CD he dropped this morning,
and he almost runs me off the road,
but hey, this is America,
and your car can be as big
as your ego wants it
(inversely proportional to dick size)
and if he wants to drive
a ten-tun Hum-V
down city streets, a gallon of gas for each
squashed kitten or puppy, hey, it's all right,
it's his right as an American
and if he wants to tote
a 16-clip gat in his trunk,
hey, it's all right, it's constitutional,
and if he runs me off the road, or into
a semi-truck, hey, it's my fucking right to drive
wherever and whatever I please even if that includes
getting out of his fucking way.