Shouting obscenities,

Throwing my anger

Out the window

I feel my heart race.

The errant chaps giggle

And give me the finger.


Wow, I could have cut

Them up with my laser vision

and happily served the police

a sentence.

A sentence of disregard and apathy.

Only I remained, demented.


What of this rage?

And this uncontrollable urge to condemn?

The riders are gone.

My rage stayed on and so

I left it all to the universe

and listened to Queen and my son.