You.
The cause of much anxiety.
The shiver that runs down my spine.
As I slow down and drive passed,
I feel your eye glaring at me and pierce my soul.
I know they mean well, those who placed you there.
They say you will make the roads a safer place.
I have never caused a wreck.
You'd think I'd be appreciated.
Yet I'm sent uncomely pictures of myself behind the wheel,
ANnNnnd included in the envelope is a fat fee.
It's just not nice.
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