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my fellow americans (in traffic)

My Fellow Americans (In Traffic)

by

Dan Manning

I see you hurry in trucks and cars
And wonder who you are.
You're on the phone,
You drive alone,
Annoyed at the red lights.
I see you tailgate at breakneck speed
In pickup trucks that have never seen a farm.

I see your careworn sunglassed faces
And sagging flesh gone fat.
You sit on your ass
And imagine the sass
You will give your Corporate Masters
If only you could hit the Powerball.

Your Credit Cards and Mortgages
Move you back and forth along the road;
Day after day to Keep Up, burning your
Dearly bought gasoline.

At Christmas you
Empty your checkbooks for crappy plastic
Toys made by smirking Chinese children armed with
Lead Paint in sweatshops.

Your bumper sticker says you voted
For Bush.
For Gore.
For Kerry.

I see your Jesus Fish when you cut me off.

It's a Jeep Thing, who gives a rat's ass?
Your votes are meaningless. Your cars are foreign.
Just shut up and pay your Taxes.

Perhaps next year you will still have your job,
Or maybe not, I don't really care, just get
Out Of My Lane
If you're going to drive so fucking Slow.