are you a back seat driver ?

cars and trouble and strife driving me 09.06.18

don't do back seat
got the hand on throttle
well and truly beat
lost my village bottle.
dying is the drive
took the criticism
run down village now a dive
pure poetry was just escapism.
now left on hard shoulder
can not get to suicide bridge
all poetry into recycled folder
cruising metro and i found sue from tonbridge.
glad you are stable
poetry driving is my strife
ian do you want to do a swap if able
nearly 50 years of poetry i will read to your wife.
who is driving
poetry must be gifting
all done with humour and conniving
each time failing to create uplifting.