Why, yes that is me
Writing poetry
Weaving up and down I-95

Hey, what can I say
Besides get out of the way
If you care to arrive home alive

Don't dare honk that horn
As the perfect poem
Bounces around in my cab

With pen and paper in lap
Just be thankful that
Your not one of the sacrificial dead

Or one of the cars that I swiped
As I continue to write
Another poem that I've perfected

As I speed by in my car
Under radar
Passing State Troopers undetected

But that's the price that you pay
For great poetry
If you don't mind that being said

Don't worry though I ain't no fool
Cause I know the rules
Never would I dare drive and text...