I know about one percent of people I
see in a day.
The ninety-nine percent make me want to
get away,
Away from the traffic (blah blah break
pedal blah),
Away from the long arm of civil law,
One percent as a precaution,
Ninety-nine percent to keep myself
sane.
Soon enough, I will likely be gone,
Out of the fire into somebody else's
fire.
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