Excuse Me, I'm on an Important Phone Call

Damn, traffic!
Bumper to bumper madness--
and for what?

I turn my head slightly to see...

A woman glances in her rearview mirror to apply
her daily mirage of, am I pretty daddy?
while holding a half smoked cigarette
between her chapped, barbed wire lips.
She sucks on it more lovingly
than a hooker giving a five dollar blowjob.

She doesn't pay attention to the speed
as the road-rage moron veers past her,
screaming, You ugly bitch!
Watch where you're going!
His middle finger erect confirms that
his anger has surpassed the usual verbal lashing,
and has reached the point of needing a visual aide.
(she drops her cigarette and watches in horror)

Ironically enough, Mr. Fuck You hits the
over priced S.U.V. in front of him causing the woman
with the permanent smile plastered to her face
from all the face-lifts, to drop her cell phone.
(which by the way, she was on a very important
phone call to her hair dresser and she doesn't
have time for this shit!)

Now the cell phone won't work,
plus three of her god damn finger nails
she just had done yesterday are broken as well.
She vows to contact her lawyer
because, 'I'll sue you for everything you've got!'

They'll plan the multi-million dollar
lawsuit, then settle out of court.
She'll be lucky if she even gets
one of his famous finger erections
since almost everything he owns goes to his
bitch of an ex-wife who got almost
everything in the divorce.

Finally, the traffic starts moving again.
I adjust my sunglasses and continue on.

Ah, the American Dream!

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