Tailgater Terror

Why do you follow me so closely?

Do you want to smell my nether regions?

Or maybe even kiss it?

Why do you shine your big glaring lights so brightly?

Do you want me to blind you with my mirrors?

Or maybe even cause you a seizure?

Get the hell away from my bumper, you idiot!

Driving

I sat behind the wheel

Remembering all I’d been taught

First time is such a big deal

It shouldn’t come to naught

Rule one is anticipate, Dear,

Or you will fair poorly

You forgot to tell me, Sir,

How do I anticipate folly?