road rage blues

i woke up this morning,
got into my wira,
and started the car.

as i turned the corner,
this old beemer,
driven by an old geezer,
he cut into my lane,
and then gave me the finger.

ohh, as my heart filled up with anger,
i wondered: why are people such stinkers?
when they turn, they put on no blinkers,
and then there are the bikers,
weaving in and out of traffic like their backsides are on fire;
and seniors who act like the road is their grandfathers'

i woke up this morning,
and realised that people are mostly @#$%ers.