The Trucker Is Mad

I travel alone all over the road. The cars pass by, they look like bugs. I am up high in my rig, alone, stressed, tired and mad!
Cars past me by real fast. They think they own the road, but wait ’till i crush them, they will cry for mercy!
My 18 wheels will crush them and hurt them. Someday that will happen, but for now I travel alone high in my rig. I am mad, so get out of my way!

Copyright ©2005 Mary Estrada

By Samuel Barradas.