by DCDave

Face to face they're meek and mild.
What strange emotions must they feel
That they become so fierce and wild
When they get behind the wheel.

They look as though prepared for war,
As through the tinted glass they glower.
I've seen the countenance before:
It's the corruption of the power.

David Martin

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