(poetic mind)
high beams behind me
on the highway
like bright glaring eyes
a predator’s eyes stalking
a jaguar’s eyes blinding
blinking, back down to the ground
now back up upon the pack
(actual)
why the f#@! does this f@#$%^g jagoff have his god*$*% brights on?
this is the most well lit road in jerzee! this is the friggin GSP ya’ dumb mook!
(proceeds to slow down to put my brights on in retaliation)
no, I’m not proud of it, but sometimes the times get the best of me, this was one of those times, I admit it.
