He Drove in Road Rage

A few years ago in April
At the drive thru while
waiting on a meal-

he hated on my race
wrong time, wrong place.

Calling me a spik
shouting I'm a bitch.
Get out of my f----- way
he swore I was good prey.

Looking back on that day.
that dirty low life was a stray.
A filthy dog covered in fleas
vulgar words, racial slurs
were only some of his degrees.
Driving a pick up from the junkyard
a pot belly full of lard.

"Spik he said", "move out my way"
I got out the car to test him
if I may say,"come out the car
and prove your fate"
The coward froze, could not relate.

The lunatic lived in a run down trailer,
he was a good manipulator.
He had the law in the palm of his hand,
and got away without a blame

by telling lies,
he ate the brains
of the head of state,
confessing-
I assualted him, " I bet he's still
out there in Florida, harrassing
those that are illegals, cause
their voices won't be heard "can't dictate"