POEM: Drive, For Fuck's Sake

DRIVE, FOR FUCK’S SAKE

I have witnessed some strange things

But never before in my life

Have I seen a man

In a fantastic Alfa Romeo

Driving in traffic

No, leading the traffic

At the speed

Of a wheel-chair bound

Granny

10 cars drove behind him

Myself included

We trailed along behind him together

Like a convoy towards a funeral

While this man led us

It continued for the longest part

Of ten minutes

The fabrics of reality begin to fade

And anger fills me,

No, pure unfiltered frustration

And I want to yell:

“drive! For fuck’s sake!”

But instead,

I get a gap

I overtake his finely built machine

I pass him in the wind

Finger raised

And I’ve made a victory

Over spoilt politicians

In Alfa Romeo’s

That they shouldn’t own

Never mind drive

At 60km an hour

In an 80km zone

With 10 cars behind them

Not noticing anyone else

Waiting for someone to yell:

“Drive! For fuck’s sake!”