Lower Middle Class Poem
He was thinking
It would be nice
To just go ahead
And buy tires
When you need them
As he drove to work
With the front end
Shimmying right
As a black BMW
Passed him on the right.
Well maybe the troopers
Would stop the SOB,
He thought, as the rain came
Down and he watched the road
For ice.
But he knew it was more likely
They’d stop him, as he sped up
So as not to be late and have
To slink past the watchful
Eyes of his boss.
Since his old car was dented
Where his wife had hit a tree
And was missing a hubcap
And then it got worse
The shaking and shimmying.
And he imagined the driver
Of the BMW late for his
Flight to somewhere warm
Or important with dinner at
An upscale restaurant
As the rain came down
And the front of the
State trooper’s car came into
View
Just as he realized
He was sliding
Sliding sideways
Down the highway.
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