Tailgaters

Drivers only a few feet from my rear end can easily see there's dozens of cars ahead of me driving bumper to bumper, except for moi, in the passing lane and there's no opening to escape to. I hate tailgaters.

You're behind me and feel you must pass
I'm boxed in yet you ride up my ass
Just slow the hell down
You aggressive clown
I wish that my car could pass gas