Tailgating
Tailgating
Traveling the HOV lane with the family
early Sunday morning heading to the beach.
‘Rather be at the Stadium watching the game,
drinking a few beers, eating a few dogs.’
Barreling down upon the small red Saturn
this huge black Hummer fast like a black hole.
“Move over! Get out of my way!
What is wrong with people who go so slow?”
Breathing down, blasting long on the horn,
flashing his headlights from behind tinted glass.
“I hate when people get too close!”
looking in the mirror, “Can’t even see his eyes.”
Finally free to move over, out of the way,
allowing the Hummer to swiftly pass by.
On its large back bumper a sticker -
Honk if you love Jesus.
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