He's your private nightmare pricking. He'd just love to turn the screw. Stare that beastie in the face and really give him hell. In high-rise city canyons dwells the discontent of ages. On ring roads, nose to bumper crawl commuters in their cages.
Cryptic signals flash across from pilots in the fast lane.
Let's break the journey now on some lonely road. Sit down as strangers will, let the stress unload. Talk in confidential terms, share a dark unspoken fear. Refill the cup and drink it up. Say goodnight and wish good luck.