Why I Don't Like To Drive Poem by Raj Dronamraju

We drank Jim Beam and ginger ale
We drank Jim Bean and 7-up
We sweated and smiled and waited our turn

But to what end is this waiting?
And to what end is racing after and chasing after vastly devalued prizes?
And living around work as if life was a distraction and it was work that was important

I don't cotton to something that everybody else does
And I don't want to be behind the wheel
Driving chains then saps a positive spirit

Driving is enforced moronic regimentation
Fuss about your ridiculous transport
Miles per gallon won't save your fading manhood
A train or a bus make more sense to me
Anxiety and anger doled out in lumpy uneven packages
By the time you reach your destination, you are already worn out