The Rearview Mirror

You're flying down the highway

And glance in to the rearview

When you spy a black and white

Coming up fast behind you

Your thoughts fly to the quarter pound

Stashed underneath the seat

Panic grips your heart

And its difficult to breathe

You quickly stub your blunt out

And roll the windows down

Praying that the trooper

Will simply go around

You start to sweat as he rides your ass

And radios through the darkened glass

You hit your breaks when the lights come on

Your stomach tumbles to the ground

You've got no choice but to pull to the side

Roll down the window and smile wide

The cop gets out of his car and leans in to your truck

And right then and there you know that you're fucked