Sonnet 12

  • Oh fuck you, it's so hard to change a lane?
  • Your turn signal's been on forever fuck.
  • Is it so hard to turn your wheel you shmuck?
  • You stupid ass drivers make me insane!
  • I've been behind your ass for six minutes.
  • I hope you don't notice me tailgating,
  • And please ignore my endless highbeaming,
  • You're really pushing my fucking limits!
  • And you like driving thirty fucking five,
  • When all the signs clearly state double that,
  • Or maybe you cant see that far you bat,
  • A blind cow walks faster than you can drive!
  • And finally, another lane opens.
  • Oh fuck, one more shit slow fuck just merged in...

Notes

Alright, I hardly ever exhibit any road rage, and the times that I do, I never care enough to throw a big hissy fit about it. I'd rather be patient and just marinate to some good music for the little while that I'm driving. And yes, there are stupid drivers out there that piss me off, and they're annoying to deal with when you'd rather concern yourself with other things, but there's no reason to ruin their oblivious day by being a honking asshole and consequently ruin your day. Road rage = bad.

Some fun with word stresses here. I'm still not sure if everything works completely the way it should (naturally read iambic), but it can be read that way. The last line is an exception though; this expletive-laden sentence is meant to exude more outrage than the previous 13 lines by stressing almost every syllable. And it's fun to find ways of using the word "fuck" in a sonnet.

— Huy on