Rubber necking a pain in the neck

Cruising down the highway
And what do I see
Miles of brake lights
Flashing at me

I look to the left
And what do I see
A very pissed driver
Staring at me

I look in the mirror
And what do I see
Some loser singing
Probably off key

I look to the right
And low and behold
A big fat slob
Digging for gold

I look to the front
And what do I see
The person in front
Staring at me

Probably cursing
Or singing off key
Or probably shouting
Stop looking at me

Are these your thoughts?
While on the road
Think long and hard
Lest your brainstem erode

To all you big jerks
That rubberneck often
Remember this poem
And remember it often.

I hate you with passion
This I can say
I'll smash your face good
And laugh all the way

You might say I’m angry
Or even disturbed
That might just be
As I’m really perturbed

Stuck on the road
With no end in sight
Messing with me
You’re soon filled with fright

As the cars start to move
I smile with glee
I press on the gas
And spill my hot tea

Hard boiled eggs
burn hot in my pants
I’ll soon be at work
Boiled balls fresh with rant

I really hate traffic
As much as I you
For you and me both
I’ll end this FU!