Sorry everyone, I can't seem to stop rhyming. It annoys me too. I don't mind if you skip the rhymed ones.
Hopefully it will pass, or at least get better. I promised to write what each poem was about and I'm very behind. This one was inspired by opening my car door while I had the keys in the ignition and my seat belt was off. Why does my car tell me what to do? Don't I have any choices left in life? I hope I will never let my car decide when to parallel park or to brake. What if it is wrong? I'd rather be responsible for my own actions with my own errors, if it means I still have some responsibility left. And who decided that everything in my house must beep? The coffee pot beeps twice when its ready and twice when its done. There is no off switch. I have no choice to but hear a loud grating noise. My dryer beeps, and there is no choice about it. My microwave beeps. They are all loud ugly noises. Surely advanced technology could solve this. Why not no sound at all? I can tell when the coffee is done. Well, now you see why poems are better than prose. My prose is just whining and angst. Hopefully the poems have something else instead of that. I mean there's the rhyme, that has to sound better than beeping.