License

Step on gas,

Go slow or turn.

I don’t get this deal of drive.

It ain’t relaxing at all!

 

All times,

Your eyes can’t wander to sight,

The stores or the skies.

Left and right,

The mirror above,

Nothing you can’t distract from.

 

Mind your speed,

The car in front says “taxi”.

They’re a nuisance.

Drive better than I.

Which is why,

They bully the rest,

and cut ahead line.

 

Oh,

And if there’s a space,

It’s me who messes life.

All not to go,

Over there a hundred metres further tough.