Bobble-Head

Thirty-five
in a fifty-five zone,
trapped behind an old man
with no way to pass.

through the window glass, I see
a tiny donkey staring out.
Its head moves this way and that
in rhythm with the uneven road.

bobbing up and down, I watch,
the tiny donkey grins,
and this continues for miles,
slowly moving forward,
with not much to be done.

so I follow behind
and stare at the donkey,
who cackles in my face
for getting stuck.

It makes me wonder,
who is the bigger ass?