Driving and Cell Phones

Wake up and smell the blood 

Of all the selfish actions

I witness every day,

We have to find a way to make

These guilty parties pay.

It’s not the politicians

Their lies and glad handshake.

Nor the fat cat lawyers

And all the fees they take.

It’s not the oil executives

Monopolizing fuels.

Nor the striking teachers   

Closing down our schools.

It’s not my fellow bipeds

Spitting out their gum.

Nor the cheeky youngsters

Swearing at their Mom.

It’s not the transit riders

Blasting out a tune.

Nor citizens of countries   

Electing a buffoon.

It’s not the big brave hunters

Slaying innocent prey.

Nor multi-million athletes

Whining for more pay.

I could write more pages

About bad deeds and crooks.

With subjects who are human

I could fill ten books.

I’m sure you are impatient.

Good - that’s how I feel,

And totally frustrated

Making this appeal.

The subjects of these verses

Care not for you and me.

So if you know you’re guilty

I hope that you’ll agree.

I speak of lame brained drivers

Who won’t stay off their cell.

Such idiotic morons

Deserve to be in Hell.

Alone or with their children

It matters not the sex.

Disaster in an instant.

It’s really not complex.

What call or text can matter

More than another’s soul?

I hope you see there is none.

That is my hope and goal.

The Brewster