Quoth Geek King
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When you're nearly hit by a yuppie little twit
With his godforsaken noggin on the phone,
Swervin' in your lane goin' ninety in the rain,
In a cloud of Amaretto and cologne,
You feel the anger in you go to work.
Maybe now's the time to go berserk.
Before you pop a vessel, let the Speculator wrestle
With another way of lookin' at the jerk.
[Maybe he's a shrink with a patient on the brink
And he's rushing there while tryin' to talk him down.]
Maybe he's aware there's a toxin in the air
And he's off to warn the people of the town.
[Someone in the family could be sick.]
His daughter hit his mother with a brick.
[His dog has got the rabies] or his wife is having babies,
(Both
Though the odds are in your favor he's a prick....



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