You read the sign—
but you do not drive
like your kids live here:
in neighborhoods of family love.
Where children play
while you push the pedal.
Pump that bass…
narcissist fool.
Scowl like a ****
you noise polluter
(another twenty-something commuter)
flooring it
towards a club
towards a red light
in the dead night
of your dim bulb.
Save it
for your kid’s first car.
Get over yourself—
save yourself, get saved
and then:
live like your kids drive here!
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
You read the sign—
but you do not drive
like your kids live here:
in neighborhoods of family love.
Where children play
while you push the pedal.
Pump that bass…
narcissist fool.
Scowl like a ****
you noise polluter
(another twenty-something commuter)
flooring it
towards a club
towards a red light
in the dead night
of your dim bulb.
Save it
for your kid’s first car.
Get over yourself—
save yourself, get saved
and then:
live like your kids drive here!
Self-absorbed young folks
in your devilish contraptions:
chill out. Read Haiku
NaPoWriMo # 19
