Back in the day
some Neanderthal was the first
to add spikes to his wheel;
studded leather wristlets
followed shortly.
In my youth, only motor heads had muscle;
now, “CEOs drive Harleys and
wholesome mothers have tattoos.”
On my twelve mile daily commute,
a surfeit of over-horsed idiots
bob and weave in a winnerless race,
striving to wrench
that last free car length
from all the others.
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