JOYS OF THE OPEN ROAD

I used to love to drive but not anymore
I used to look forward to it
Any excuse but not these days
Driving is so joyless
Road rage abounds
Aggressive gestures are commonplace
Hand signals not found in the Highway Code
Two fingered gesticulations
Or one fingered like the Americans do
Called flipping the bird I believe
Or the one that looks like they're shaking coffee beans
Then there's tail gating or undertaking
A complete lack of lane discipline
You get blinded by flashing lights
Or deafened by sounding horns
Or you're subjected to a tirade of verbal abuse
Language to make a fish wife blush
And the men are just as bad