The drive home
pits us
against them
the furious drivers
who have weaponized their cars
intent on conquering
the road and those
who get in their way
they ride your bumper
they blink their lights
move over
move over
they run up your bumper
they change lanes
desperately dashing between cars
to get there first
ahead of YOU
no courtesy
no rules of the road
they push you out of the way
in a rush of air as they go by
until when
ironically
we meet again
at the stop light
one car length
is their measure of success
but they are happy
it is their badge of honor
their egos ride in the balance
their masculinity
symbolized by the size
of their engines
their twin tail pipes
the fact is
they are ahead
of You
the tape measure tells the tale
but dead men
tell no lies.