THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

11/12/2010

Copy Write © 2010 Gordon Kuhn

Last night——in darkening traffic,

I came across an automobile driving mome,

one, who, for the safety sake of the rest of us,

should have stayed, remained at home.

This was an impatient moron.

A blockhead born to be.

An ignoramus!

A sorry sight to see or find,

behind a wheel.

So important, he felt himself,

so——

so——such a deal

to no one but himself I think.

A self important imbecilic deal behind a wheel.

Oh, I’ll grant that his red Corvette certainly was mighty shiny,

even though his brains were most like sat upon and very tiny.

The jerk.

Just some unpleasant father’s unpleasant son.

One, who most certainly,

I’m sure you would find,

if not agree, had, most likely,

rushed from his expectant mother’s womb

screaming at the delivering doctor,

or an unlucky cab driver,

whoever there was to unhappily doomed be found

waiting to catch the most carping, niggling, block of loam

to sudden burst upon this blessed earth

upon this favored earth to retched burst,

and to thereby ever allow from his mouth the foam

of impatient disquietude the planet to openly and sadly roam

a most caviling critic,

or am I being a cynic,

a disparager of imbeciles, who,

with little regard for another’s auto condition or position in traffic,

will most readily honk his God damned horn.

Gordon Kuhn
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