Snail Man

Written by

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Written for Poetry Games # 45
Subject: Most Cherished Things.

I was having a nice drive and I was on my way to work;
When I came across a slow moving car,
 thinking it was a jerk;
I thought I would go around, with no big deal;
Until I saw the hairy knuckles,
 wrapped around the steering wheel;
Looking into the car I could not see a head;
I didn’t want to pass him for fear of being dead;
He was taking his Sunday drive,
 thinking speed is a crime;
He always leaves on Wednesday,
so he can get to Sunday on time;
He always drives slowly, as careful as can be;
He hasn’t driven over 20, since his model T.;
Sitting in his car, he can barely see over the Dash;
Only his slow speed keeps him from a crash;
He always ignores traffic sign, driving in a daze;
Saying they have added to many signs,
 since his buggy days;
Being caught behind him, time seems to stand still;
I'd like to pull out a rocket launcher
 and target in the kill;
I'd like to push him forward for the speed that he does lack;
If we would reach 40, he would die of a heart attack;
Drive slowly to his death, I think is his plan;
Until he actually dies, his is the Snail Man.