- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Combat Driving in New York
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Cut left, cut right, now hit the gas,
Cause driving here's pain in the ass.
Look up, look down, all in the street.
Drive here and your maker, you might meet.
Now on, now off, the brakes we go.
It's stop and go, and oh so slow.
There goes a car, jumped right in front of you.
The anger builds, you're turning blue.
The turn you need is four lanes left,
You cut and jibe, make it look deft.
And get up there, the street is closed.
A gift from Satan, don't you suppose?
So round and round the block you go.
Where will you stop, you do not know.
Though your car might need a steering rack,
At least you didn't have a heart attack.
So you survived this combat drive.
Got there and back and still alive.
Though car and driver are well worn
You must do it all again
Upon the morn.
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