The Trucks
on I-85
The signs are posted every couple of miles:
No trucks 2 left lanes.
They ignore them, dragging their trailers into the third and fourth lanes,
belching diesel smoke and fumes, black furls rising from noxious smokestacks
fastened to the asshole-holding cab smugly blocking traffic.
They have two lanes to loiter in at sixty-five and seventy,
but barge into the fast lanes, obstructing emergency vehicles and airport-bound cars
holding people on their way to weddings, funerals, deathbeds and parties.
I pass them on the right, middle finger aloft.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
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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