Mindless Motorist Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

A BOOMBA, BOOMBA, BOOMBA
annihilates my usual reverie with
the pounding violence of a jackhammer;
assaults every human sensibility.
An overpowering racket,
LOUD and raw with stupidity,
thunders and pounds from another car
with no intelligible words;
nothing resembling a pleasant melody.
Its penetrating vibrations drill away
at my inner sanctity
with ear shattering volume
enough to crack paint six cars over.
I'm wishing the driver was pushin' clover
when the green signals my freedom
from this torture of the damned;
and ‘Mr. Mindless’ continues on oblivious
to curse some other traffic jam.