Numpkins

A lorry stops at the lights and there are other cars ahead.

So, you're patient and trying not to see red.

Then you realise, the lorry/tanker has come to a halt and you have to go.

In order not to stop the flow.

So, you decide to pass when the time is right.

But the Numpkin behind is in full flight.

The Idjits cannot be bothered to wait, it's a good job I looked in the mirror.

The stupid Numpkin blinger.

Ugh, Ugh and Ugh again.

The so and so has entered my domain.

And while I'm sounding off, let's look at those cars that pass me at 60 mph when the speed limit is Fifty.

They think they're pretty nifty, although I would say they are shifty.

I do the speed limit and they are right up my a--e.

Trying to get past.

It annoys me so.

It's not as if I'm going slow.

Sometimes I have to give them a sign.

Because they send an angry chill up my spine.

Expletives fall from my mouth like a waterfall,

and I really want to bawl.

But really, what's the point when they are just numkins.

Oh how I wish I could kick them in the shins.