The cyclist got slighted 

when  

the smiling car pulled out.  

 

Then raced to accost the suspect car  

fleeing  

the scene of the crime. 

 

Allied forces of clamber and anger  

grew  

as the enraged cyclist caught up 

 

on the hill of moral justice  

bursting  

to confront the cornered car.  

 

didn’t you see me? signal next time! 

you must have seen me? arse! 

 

Sated and deflated, the cyclist watched the gleaming car  

diesel 

away     never to be seen again.