Weaponized,
a Plymouth Fury
wallows up the off-ramp
oblivious to our toot-toot-*****,
dodging cars to disappear into
the onrush. Senile missiles,

our moms and dads
take aim through their confusion,
behind windshields, selfishly
they hog the right to their wrong-ways
and praying for decorum
cream the Firebirds.