Fixing a Hole

Roads with potholes make me feel That I’m not behind the wheel I’m just on a bumpy ride One that I just can’t abide When construction’s in the way Really doesn’t make my day When the cone is on the ground Do I stop or go around? Road is blocked, must turn around Seems I’m always losing ground If I find a safe retreat What new fate will I then meet? Now I have a fender bent Don’t see where the other went Ire makes my face go red How has fate to this site led? To the shop must I now go Tell me, please, it isn’t so Find insurance will not cover Wish that I could find that other Limping home after this trial May not want to drive a while All to fix a simple hole Tears into my very soul