Pot Holes

How often he compiled his
grievances
against other drivers,
the rabid spittle spraying wildly
while he tallied up with his snarling mouth
the cut-offs, the jaywalkers, the
tailgaters and the distracted
phone-jockeys
only to find
in his wrathful hour
that he had collected nothing more than a
bellyful of furious
pot holes,
otherwise known
regrettably
as
ulcers.

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