The Drunken Driver Has the Right of Way
The loudest have the final say,
The wanton win, the rash hold sway.
The realist’s rules of order say,
The drunken driver has the right of way.
The Kubla Khan can butt in line;
The biggest brute can take what’s mine;
When heavyweights break wind, that’s fine;
No matter what a judge might say,
The drunken driver has the right of way.
The guiltiest feel free of guilt;
Who care not, bloom; who worry wilt;
Plans better laid are rarely built
For forethought seldom wins the day;
The drunken driver has the right of way.
The most attentive and unfailing
Carefulness is unavailing
Wheresoever fools are flailing;
Wisdom there is held at bay;
The drunken driver has the right of way.
De jure is de facto’s slave;
The most foolhardy beat the brave;
Brass routs restraint; low lies high’s grave;
When conscience leads you, it’s astray;
The drunken driver has the right of way.
It’s only the naivest who’ll
Deny this, that the reckless rule;
When facing an oncoming fool
The practiced and sagacious say
Watch out–one side–look sharp–gang way.
However much you plan and pray,
Alas, alack, tant pis, oy we,
Now–heretofore–’til Judgment Day,
The drunken driver has the right of way.
Great entries lately Rufus
Thanks. Happy day after your birthday.
Happy 42nd on 2/10! You are completing a seven year cycle!
That’s 6 in dog years!
By the way, when are you going to return to writin’ for Korrektiv.org?
Is converting to the new blogger too much of a distraction?
Planning a comeback tour. Can The Band back me up?
Just as soon as we get over our latest hangover