06 Jun 2016 – Hotfoot

You know I can’t be trusted with the GPS,
‘cuz I keep on the lookout for the next egress.
This driving need I have was once a teenage lark –
I never found the pocket change to stop and park.

My pedal to the metal nigh on sixty years,
the only speed I’ve ever known is passing gear.
They say there’s not a chance I’ll pass inspection now,
and I should drop to low – but I just don’t know how.

There’s nothing I hate worse than railroad crossing signs.
Sweet mama, you know speed traps set my teeth to grind!
My life’s been wasted, racing towards that finish line,
but what’s my prize if I get there ahead of time?