Rage Poem by James Toghill

The Start Of The Engines
The Red Light Turns Green
This Nice Chilled Out Person
Turns Reckless And Mean

Screeching Of Tyre.s
The Slamming Of Brake, s
There, s Miles Of Road
But Inches I, LL Take

Ten Metres I, v Gained
On The Car In Front
I, ll Soon Pass You By
The Message is Blunt

He.s Driving Around
With No Care or Attention
IV.E Got To Be FIRST
Did I Care To Mention?

Behind His Car Wheel
Devil In Disguise
It, s First To The Finish
That.s Enough For My Prize

But This Is No Racetrack
It.s The Road In Your Town
The Looks Quite Apparent
Other Motorists Frown

For Man And His Beast
It, s So Common To See
Your Ten Minute Drive
It Dont.t Come For Free

Iv.e Got There Before Them
One Full Minute Indeed
My Vein.s Nearly Popping
As i Nearly Bleed

But Into The Office
This Man, s A Delight
Wait Till Your Drive Home
In His Car He Will FIGHT! ! !