Another Day in Hell Part 3

Driving home from work last night,
I was nearly rammed off the road.
There was no apology,
No shame that he had showed.

He, a taxi driver,
His van filled to the max,
Stuck up his middle finger,
And told me to 'relax'.

How could I relax
When he nearly hit my car?
The law of this country is f@#ked up,
But THIS has gone too far!

He was in the wrong
For using the emergency lane.
And then, when I don't let him in
I am the one to blame!

He stops in the middle of nowhere -
There is no concern for others.
The rest of us just have to smile
When the call themselves our 'brothers'.

And when they drive like morons
We just have to look the other way.
But happens when they hit us?
What can we say?

NOTHING!
Because the law protects them.
Nothing,
Because they are so called 'men'.

But should we stop and pick a fight
Then the sh@t hits the fan,
Because you're not dealing with only the driver,
But the thirty passengers in his van.

They jump out of the van
Armed with guns and knives.
If people choose to argue with them
They will take their lives.

They don't care about anything
But the job and the money.
So don't bat an eye-lash
When they speed past you, Honey.

Just close your eyes
And wish them all away.
Who knows, just maybe
You'll be blessed with your wish today.

Copyright�©JosieWentzel23May2008