were drivers this mad when it used to be carts
furiously tailgating in fits and starts
undertaking left, cutting in right
flashing their bullseye lamps at night
blasting out FM hard times rap
giving the horse’s arse a slap
to run faster into smoggy disaster
toll-booth, gin-proof, mad dog master
mud splatter, cobble clatter, bad mouth brutal
get ‘art the way you adjectival fopdoodle
clay pipe of crack, eyes wide red
homburg hat tipped back of the head
heart full of horrors, pocket full of rats
boots up on the dash reading oliver twats