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road rage: upstate NY style (revenge challenge)

A sharp cut at the wheel
Left me on the shoulder
Breathing heavy like the almost-dead
You inept mother fucker
License-out-of-the-gumball-machine
New Jersey asshole.

Now I've got to speed up
slam the accelerator despite
the new york state trooper
hiding in the high grass
too interested in his boston creme
krispy kreme piled high with sprinkles
to realize my broken ass minivan
just sped by at
95 mph.

You didn't use your blinker
bitch
now you pay
I'm up on your left side
giving you the finger
the right way, two handed
up your kundalini
before I cut the wheel
right
and slam you
off to the shoulder
to see a close up view
of what you fuckers
don't see in New Jersey

grass.
lots and lots of
grass.