Feel Better Again (Revised)

Still suffering youthful impatience, charging
a T-junction full-speed, my cursory glance
revealed no cars but a grey vehicle passed
where none should be –

Blasted woman ought to warn of her sedate
approach with lights on, I’m swerving and
manoeuvring competently, blue VW Golf
driving much too slow in the fast lane

A Mercedes overtook it, I followed suit zipping
back to the fast, road free for acceleration, a
lovely challenge lending spice to life, in the
office I seek to prolong a winning streak

 Soda-cleaned my stained mug pristine, vile
document to be dealt with, French class to be

planned, schemes to prevent brain short-circuit

when facing subjunctives and irregular verbs

Fear already making me irritable –

what else can I clean to make me
feel better again?