He walked into the Drivers’

License Examining Station and

identified all the signs.  Size,

shape, color did not faze him.

All lives need governing.

His whole 45th year was a

school zone.  Later, three or four

towns over, he saw the

flashing orange and black

of mortality burning above

his head.  Don’t tell him

not to spit.  Don’t forbid him

to pee.  Try not to smoke.

Buckle up.  It’s the law.