Thank God,
You must have thought
As you cruised away
In your fat, fucking minivan,
Thank God I went for the
Protective undercoating
Surely you thought this
As you cruised down the road
Through Suburbia,
Away from the small, bloody pile of puppy
And the horrified little boys
Crying on the shoulder
Jesus,
You must have prayed,
I have to save my
Antilock brakes
For when I tailgate
On the highway