When you see me coming up
behind you like gangbusters,
clear the way, get your slow ass
out of the fast lane. Stop
lollygagging near the speed limit
on the left, backing up traffic,
forcing faster drivers to
pass on the right, coming back
up to speed, rubber to the road
until the distance between us
grows and I can
breathe again.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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