I don’t follow the speed limits
posted. Nine miles over the posted
speed seems about right to me
you can’t call me a fuddy-duddy
if I’m cruising above the limit.
Police officers won’t take note
of me speeding nine miles
over, rather than forbidden ten.
If I get behind a truck that is
speeding I can go whatever speed
he chooses because he’s much larger
than I, so he’ll be the first to fall
to the radar set up by the smokies.
If I’m in the flow of traffic,
I have a back door and a front,
I will go whatever speed the lead
car chooses because I’m the middle
of this convoy, numbers one and
two are the ones to be pulled over.
I also slow down near rest stops
near truck weigh stations
and through the state of Georgia.
Those are the likely spots for detection.
Rules weren’t meant to be broken
anywhere families live, children play,
and people walk. I go the speed limit
through towns, school districts
and neighborhoods, all sacred territory.
My husband says I have a lead foot
yet he has been issued more tickets
then I over the years. I don’t like
breaking rules, I’m a law abiding citizen.
A risk taker I’m not, however, thirty
miles an hour is insane. They know
this rule will be broken. Surely.