Jackass Jockeys

Each weekday morning just past seven, we drive 20 miles, to Linda’s work;
This poem is about what we witness, with so many roadway jerks!
Most jockeys drive their horses, to try and win a race;
But these morons drive like jackasses, their IQ’s, a real disgrace!
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They pay no attention to the limits, of the designated speed;
Makes us wonder if they are illiterate, and probably can’t read!
They come flying down the expressway, then will jump from lane to lane;
In heavy rush hour traffic, these idiots are insane!
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They have a specialty they are adept at, they tailgate your rear;
Screaming “Move over you dirty bastard”, giving you the finger as they near!
Their road rage runs e’er rampant, they hate everyone in sight;
Just looking for some trouble, just aching for a fight!
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And if it’s snowing, with slickened highways, they still do not slow down;
We see them sometimes in the median, having slid and upside down!
So to all you “Jackass Jockeys”, who so carelessly tempt your fate;
Some day, your saddened Preacher, will be describing you, as “The Late”!
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                                These jackass jockeys
                        Drive like there’s no tomorrow
                            And one day there’s not