Road Rage (My first Sonnet)
My problem is not writing this right now
My problem is not the rain it brings
My problem is not the passing by cow
Perhaps my problems are all of these things
My solution is not sitting in rage
My solution is not ignoring this
I will not sit back and turn the next page
I will not let my mind run far abyss
Perhaps there may not be a solution
I doubt there ever was an issue
I could step out and speak with elocution
however my speech contains some miscue
I aceept the fact that I have road rage
So my irratation will act as phage