Velociraptor

by cwviderkull

I am afraid
of cars.

I do not like them.
They scare me.
They give me the creeps,
which is unfortunate ’cause they’re everywhere.

Everyone else seems perfectly comfortable
hurling themselves around in a giant steel monstrosity,
as if the most obvious thing in the world.
It’s not obvious. Not to me.
It doesn’t seem obvious to me at all.
I don’t like it. I don’t want to do it.

Behind the wheel I feel destructive and dangerous.
I don’t like to feel destructive and dangerous.
I like to feel constructive and generous.

But still,

I’m afraid of cars.
What kind of a man does that make me?

Vroom Vroom.
Get out of the way.
Here comes my fucking stereotype.

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Velociraptor

I am afraid
of cars.

I do not like them.
They scare me.
They give me the creeps,
which is unfortunate ’cause they’re everywhere.

Everyone else seems perfectly comfortable
hurling themselves around in a giant steel monstrosity,
as if the most obvious thing in the world.
It’s not obvious. Not to me.
It doesn’t seem obvious to me at all.
I don’t like it. I don’t want to do it.

Behind the wheel I feel destructive and dangerous.
I don’t like to feel destructive and dangerous.
I like to feel constructive and generous.

But still,

I’m afraid of cars.
What kind of a man does that make me?

Vroom Vroom.
Get out of the way.
Here comes my fucking stereotype.