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"Josh!" says Rob sans rhyme or reason
from out on the eastern board,
Yet some might say it's a kind of treason
for me to write something so untoward.

On my ride this morning I was easily breezin'
when a jerkoff opened his door,
I said "don't mind me" through heavy weezin'
and soon after twas my ass he gunned for.

Feeling not-so-jolly despite the holiday season
I chased down this menacing boor,
Once I caught him we exchanged words to no pleasin',
he swiped me again, and I followed him for more.

To the Whole Foods lot where cars were not easin'
we stood and argued in front of the store,
Alas, five-o, who felt not like policin',
filed my report away in a drawer.

End.