Totally Unacceptable

Driving.
Pedal down.
It’s like wagon train of yore…
… a long time ago,
when everything
stopped
making
sense.
Now this train
don’t blow no smoke and
it goes where it goes and
that’s all I know right now,
maybe later maybe.
Then again,
maybe not.
That’s
what makes
all this
totally unacceptable.
But, as usual,
I digress.
Shall we?