There were a lot of morons on the freeway today. This is for them.
There is a man we all despise
for whom I ink this ode
His name we know not, so we call him
"Idiot of the Road."
His black and shiny horseless carriage
roars, "You folk are bland!
aside, you peasant commoners,
for I'm the King of the Land!"
Perhaps, one day, he will be caught
by mobile Men in Blue
and thereupon, he'll lose his head
and all the rest of him, too.
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