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.