An Ode to Bad Driving


Watch out! Oh no, not anymore.
Blinkers don't matter on Florida's I-4.

I'll turn left then right then right again.
I'm sorry, were you driving there?
I was texting my friend.

Who knew speeding could be so much fun!
Wait, there's a cop! It's okay, he's now gone.

Hey, look! an accident! Let's all stop and stare!
There are people behind me who need to go to work?
About them, I don't care.

I don't care about you.
I don't care about your friend.
I don't care if you're a CEO, I have to click send!

I don't care if you're rich.
I don't care if you're poor.
It's all about me, when I'm driving
Here on Florida's I-4.

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