When you’re driving next to me.

I feel as if I’m hexed to
Avoid the man I’m next to
Although part of me would see
Who it is that’s next to me.

I think I cut him off about a half a mile back.
I’d much rather avoid him and his audible attack.
If I slow though, he will slow, so know I’ve found the need for speed
But he mirrors me and it fears me since I can’t get a good read

On “who is this guy,” and why would he try to annoy me so much
When I’d rather lose him, turn and confuse him and such
To avoid these paranoid scenarios
That won’t even compare to those
Random experiences I have in real life.
I decide to look over and see my wife.

Happy “What” day?

Why not have a greeting card holiday
Where greeting card companies rule the way
We act towards each other
By giving another
Pre-expressed greeting that we can relay.
Otherwise how would we know what to say?

End-Standers

I laugh to myself at photos
Of end-standers who suppose
They wouldn’t make the cut unless they lean,
If they evened out their weight, they’d be unseen.

These end-standers lean in as if there was some pull
Of gravity or something at the time of the lull
In conversation when everyone jointly said cheese
Then smiled to wait for the moment to freeze.

But the capturer captures a good inch or so
Of background, around those who don’t even know
That their purpose in leaning is not to be seen
But grant me enjoyment in viewing their lean.

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