You really are a putz
You beep, you crowd
Your radio’s loud
You act like such a nut

You really are a pain
You swerve, you brake
For heavens sake
You rarely use your brain

You really think your queen
You text, you read
All while you speed
And then get really mean

A bully is what you are
The swears, the rage
Not acting your age
All this while driving a car