Road Rage

Road Rage

Yes, I may go to jail, but it’s worth it.           
Everyone saw.  Everyone.  Frigging git.           
I’m here.  He’s there.  Then he crosses over.     
Two lanes.  No signal.  Goddamned Land Rover. 
I swore loudly, waving hands, shooting spit.             

Yes, I may go to jail, but it’s worth it.           
Witnesses by the carload who saw it,
Who live by the same driver’s bill of rights.
I want some flashing of red and blue lights.
Taser him till he throws a foaming fit.

Yes, I may go to jail, but it’s worth it. 
No clue when there was an expected exit?   
On his plate’s the answer, Oklahoma,
Where they all drive like they’re in a coma.
Mouthing the sign from miles ago, dimwit?

Yes, I may go to jail, but it’s worth it. 
There’s not a chance in hell they will acquit.
I lowered my foot, giving it the gas,
And rammed my SUV right up his ass.
Mentally, I am definitely unfit.

Yes, I may go to jail, but it’s worth it. 
The combined weight caused the guard rail to split.
Smug, rich bastard thought he owned the whole road,
His last thought as his car began to explode.
Yes, but I’m not sorry an itsy bit.