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It’s cold in here I must admit

I know I shouldn't have a fit

I know I'm old enough to take on the day

But damn it! All these slow people are in my way...

I don't have the time

Because time is money

And right now I could use my honey

To calm me down and tell me things are ok

And that sometimes we won't get our way

But this driver here is cutting me off

I'm quite pissed off

Someone behind me is cursing and moaning

Meanwhile I am betrothing

My rusted metal spork up someone's ass

Because of their turn signal they did not cast

I curse this traffic in front of my path

And all I can do is sit and laugh

For I know that I am late

To work on this specific date

My anger begins to boil and rise

I swear that the next one I see I will circumcise...

My anger is pouring into rage

That the idiot in front of me is wasting my gas as I look at the gauge

He refuses to move no matter how much room

I swear I will find the spoon

And scoop out his skin with my rage

And kick the shit out of him no matter his age