I do not mind your telling me To watch that fellow in the flivver, Or crying "Heavens! Can't you see That traffic copI'm all aquiver!" I don't get mad when you assume I'm in a fog, or dozing, maybe, And won't give lots of space and room For any woman with a baby. When you assume I'll run amuck I keep my calm, as very few can, But I can see a ten-ton truck Damn it, my dearas well as you can. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HERETIC: 4. HUMILITY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT OZYMANDIAS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PREFATORY POEM TO MY BROTHER'S SONNETS by ALFRED TENNYSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 16. AL-KAHHAR by EDWIN ARNOLD |