Slow Down

hey mister I don't like the way you
drive your car and ignore me
you're weaving all over the place
steering like you're in a race
leaning into corners
crossing over the white line and scaring
all the colour from my face
hey mister please slow down

I'm the guy in the small white car
with the sticker on the bumper bar
says "Jesus Loves" and then the next one
in red letters says "Seattle"
I've never been there but the guy who drove this car before
pretended that he had
to all his friends who liked Nirvana and Cobain

I don't like you
and I don't need you
I've got my world, don't want you in it
across the freeway
that I've imagined
you take the turnoff and you don't return...

politically correct is not a
sentence I would use describing
you or all your other friends in
apple green toranas
with overflowing bellies and your black t-shirts
proclaiming you're with stupid
I wonder if you've noticed
stupid's with you too

ŠAdam Dennis 1996