Honk

Poetry 0 Minutes

Press’d for time, I’m late!

Why won’t these cars move for me?

Move, or I will honk!

via Honk

Published by theacquiescentsoul

I'm just trying to find my place in life. Although I'm 45 and it might seem like it's a tad late to try and figure that all out, I know that I'm not in a place I want to be. So, my life is under a state of evolution and I am not sure how it will change.

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6 thoughts on “Honk”

      1. It’s awful everywhere now. At least within city limits. We live rurally, so a couple of tractors constitutes a traffic jam out there. But in the city? Horrible. Makes we want to throats punch people. Is a turn signal a foreign object to people anymore?!? Ugh. 😠

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