I’m a Speed Racer

When you’re driving down the road

running late—with ways to go

never get behind a Prius

charge it peeps drive slow as–

–Jesus lovers are the next to shun

praying hands at 12 and 1

always stay within the limits

honking’s fine, but speeding’s sin—

its’s hell on wheels to trail a truck

obscuring view, they’re big as f*ck,

since when they dawdle, you can’t know

if traffic’s bad, or driver blows

it’s also smart to skip the lane

when license plates are not the same

as state you’re in–a revved up wreck

those lookie-loos will hamper trek

and final peeps it’s good to dodge

-are tiny, ancient, grizzled codgers

gripping hands the only sign

they pilot car—from view behind

yes, if the minutes matter most

a biker’s best to follow close

or tailgate a souped-up car

when time is short—and distance far.