self control

Deep breath internal meditation

Let the breath out slow

Surround your self in pleasant thought

Wind up your car window

Just ignore the sounding horns

The irate travelling folk

Because your car has broken down

Like some mechanical joke

Don’t you love those fingers?

Waving at your face

What happened to language?

Those swear words now replace

It’s not my fault your shoulders shrug

For sympathetic comprehension

Wishing you could pull off his head

Just to release the tension

The breakdown truck tows you away

Rescued before the kill

Smug at your self control

Till they hand you the bill