Stop Light

She pulled up behind me
In a rusted out cougar.
A tail of rat hair
With triple chins.

As the mirror fins
Reflected us
I wondered how the lady
Got from here to there.

Like a fish gulping air
She looked at me
Expelling her smoke
And sped ahead.

Then the bumper stickers said:
Merry Kiss-My-Ass!
Mad as Hell!
God is dead!