A poem to my impatience

You seem to love my lack

of cash and space and time.

My stress gives you all the power.

My strength you tend to malign.

You love being in my car,

as I struggle to give way

to the entitled, selfish beings

you’d like me to disobey.

But how can I outwit you?

You strike from a nowhere place.

Can I forgive when in a hurry?

Or will you leave me in disgrace?

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