To the one at the front. Yes, you know who you are
The person with the go faster stripes adorning your car
I’m just wondering if you knew
That you don’t have to divide the speed limit by two
The queue behind you is growing fast
We can’t get by; there’s no way we can pass
But on the rare opportunities that we might
You accelerate as if it’s your right
To always be in the front and us behind
But if you check I think that you’ll find
That you can be done for going too slow
Although it’s obvious from your velocity that you don’t know
Or you would speed up just a tad
And make those behind you very glad
But nope, you’re determined to make us suffer
And make our day that little bit tougher
You’ve doubled our journey time today
As we travel to work to earn our pay
If you ever looked in your mirror you’d definitely see
You’re at risk of being tailgated by the car in front of me
But that’s the last thing that drivers like you
Would ever dream is something you should do
And so you’ll continue driving without being aware
Or maybe you are and just don’t care
Gillian Passman
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