Uncomfortable, Confused Morning Commute with an Insane Coworker

by Fred Aiken

antoine, if you’re read this,
then know that i felt uncomfortable with your driving this morning,
weaving in and out of traffic like a moonraker
snorting cocaine
while eating processed sugary food, like Little Debbie’s

not to say that i think this poem will make you stop your reckless driving,
but i still feel it necessary to at least let you know;
it made me uncomfortable