why I don't work from home (poem)

windshield washer fluid 

flying into the cockpit 

by way of a leaky seal 

while green day blasts 

through the speakers

that sound more sick 

than the president 

while some dude 

in a dodge pickup 

cuts me off and 

waves finger #1

at me because 

he couldn't see 

my ladybug 

looking ass car

and buddy, go ahead 

and do that again. 

make me swerve 

for my little life 

so I can remember 

how badly I want

to save it. 

annnnd you took your exit. 

coward.