When I set out I really try

to drive relaxed, not be that guy

but then some jerkwad cuts me off

and I forget words kind and soft

My hand grips tight my steering wheel 

I find new words to make paint peel

my vocabulary becomes quite enhanced

suggestions of whom thier mom romanced

Expressing thoughts on driving skills

in turns of phrase to give one chills

I speculate most on what goes where

with focus on head and derriere

My volume rises as I wax on-

until I pass them, the culprit gone

then once more I find my grace

'til some new jerkwad takes thier place