Poetic License

So I’m driving as it came to me. No, rather rain through me. Wet winter day no snow what’s this guy in the other lane doing? You can’t merge if there is no clear path. I can’t slow down because I’ll slide if I push the break instead of the gas. Old ladies going 30 on the highway like it’s okay. Upon further thought I guess she didn’t wanna hydroplane. Programming the station to play my favorite songs on the iPod when I realize something that makes me say oh my God! Not an almost accident or a cop looking for a traffic ticket. Just an idiot who cut me off with no turn signal blinking. Whether it be road rage or a blown assignment on a grand stage. Everytime I write I’m winning the super bowl to put it plain. So the inspiration for this came at a whim. If you want to test whether I’m legit at this, here’s my license and registration.

**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**

- JioVanni