Middle Lane
Middle lane stain
Middle lane pain
No common courtesy
No shits for you or me
Blinkers firmly on
Fog lights on too
Brain disengaged
Oblivious to me and you
Blind superiority
Downright stupidity
Middle lane stain
A symptom of society
Try as I’d like
There’s nothing I can do
It shouldn’t bother me
Clearly doesn’t bother you
But it’s a type of malaise
That has my mind curled
A middle lane stain
Has taken over my world
Original poetry by Jon Arthur 2026
