Sustained, though vital, time in quarantine's
been fraught with boredom, stress, and changed routines,
including new demands for 'expertise'
in driver's education road critiques
for offspring who go slow and incite creeps
to rage unsafely, passing on blind sweeps.
She's anxious and uncomfortable in cars
with great respect for power and the odds,
so forcing speed would cause undue alarm
and cast a gloomy light on Homeschool Bop.
And, yet, I must protect my girl from harm-
a parent's foremost fundamental job-
as we meander past old dairy farms
amongst tailgaters and erratic sods.
I order a magnetic bumper sign,
reflective 'Student Driver' neon shine,
in hopes their bullying will be confined.
Alas! They're not content to stay behind-
endangering us all, so I'm resigned...
I flash them BOTH my middle fingers' spines.