HAPPY MOTORING

          

   
        Some driver cut me off
            in my commute.
                I swore.
                    At work I told a friend
                        still mad.
        Said she
            "I scream 'God bless you'."
                I fell mute,
                    incredulous,
                        then foolish,
                            hopeless, sad.
        'God BLESS you.'
            Huh?
                Just belch among your friends.
                    Your manners they'll deride.
                But arch and huff,
                    spew out with germs
                        far flung
                and others act
                    as if you almost died.
            Perhaps this isn't
                'bout that stupid lout.
                    (Controlling others
                        never really works.)
            Perhaps ,
                myself is what it's all about.
                    'Cause next mile
                        I don't want to be the jerk.
        I wish we all would truly
            seek to please.
                Perhaps rude driving's
                    just a moral sneeze.

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[TLK]

Huh?