AUTOMATIC, SO TRAGIC

written for the Acrostic, Acrostic contest

AUTOMATIC, SO TRAGIC

Alfred Martin tailgated throughout his life
Crossing paths with many, causing loads of strife
Racking up miles with mere collision misses
Overwhelming his passengers with tailgating kisses
Slowing down was never two words in Al's vocab
Tapping bumpers in his automatic, he drove like a NY cab 
Irascible and mean was the name of his game
Carnage and mayhem, he'd put us all the shame

Autumn leaves crumbled under Al's gigantic tires
Carrying no license, Al was a slave to his desires
Risking it all was nothing new to Alfred's psyche
Ostracized from safety, he should get a pair of Nike
Sooner or later Al will hit someone who will sue
Tailgating next year is something he'd still do
Ironically Al use to drive NASCAR for thirteen years
Closure is sometimes hard for a man without gears 

c2011 LLR

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[Ruth]

You are very knowledgable of what goes on hon..I love that :) I am glad I have found your work, brilliant piece!
xoxo