The truck behind me speeds up,
just when we made the left turn,
another truck cut across three lanes
to get to the inner lane to make a u turn,
the standard routine is to determine how fast
we can go from zero to sixty, whether you are
driving a sports car or a regular sedan, turning
the streets into a race track, without checkered flags,
just the traffic lights, slowing and then speeding
up things with a green light, until the next stop,
sometimes they pass you, then zigzag down the road,
as if the faster they go, the lesser is the pain of life.
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