Cruising On By

Cruising along the freeway,
No care in the world,
Hitting a 90, flying with the birds,
I look in my mirror,
Good, no cops in the rear,
Flying past the old folks,
Ignoring their angry looks,
Popping a smile,
As I think about it for a while,
Suddenly out of nowhere I sight,
Ahead of me a bunch of flashing red lights,
As I hit the gas and come to a slow,
This is where my journey hits a major blow.

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