The end of civility:
Went out to get a couple of 2x4s and 2x8s this morning…
Sunday mornin and everyone was in a rush…
Where in hell ya goin so fast?
At every octagonal sign at least one person ran the sign…
Every 75-100 feet someone didn’t signal to change lanes or turn…
Person pushed me into the oncoming lane…
Had one of those bumper fish and a sticker saying “Not perfect but forgiven”
Saw a person eating bakery and fruit in the market…
Guy passed me on the way home, using the left turn lane…
Where is the hurry…
I’m not a religious person, but the major religions claim we’re gonna live forever…
Where’s the hurry?
Where’s the giving room for your fellow person?
Where’s the good mornin?
There’s about a thousand verses to this poem…
Indeed, at least a thousand verses, many of which I sing in a 71 VW van. I pretend the more frantic drivers are shouting "Bravo!" But my hearing is not the best.
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