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How long, O Lord, wilt Thou endure him? he
that loometh o'er me in his SUV
and beareth in upon me? O rain down
Thy wrath and smite with plagues the smug-faced clown
who, nattering on his cell phone all the day,
yet recketh not pedestrians' right of way.
Beset with speed traps all his ways at once!
Afflict his every route with radar guns,
with troopers hid in hedge and bush and thicket,
and wield the justice of Thy speeding ticket
that we may know how perfect is Thy grace.
And Lord, wrest from him every parking space
in every car park he may wander in,
with room enough for his Leviathan.