Psalm for a Middle-Lane Driver

O how am I blessed to be in this middle lane

For truly it is a broad path.

Angry people pass to my left and my right

And I heed them not.

Though they open wide their mouths against me

And shake their fists at me

And some point their middle fingers unto heaven 

As if to say that is where God reigns 

Who judges  both the under-taker and the over-taker alike.

Many angry lorry drivers follow me

They flash their lights at me

And toot their horns at me.

They look longingly at the fast lane 

Bur the white dotted line tells them, "thus far and no farther."

Surely the miles-long queue in my mirror shall last forever

As I shall turn neither to the right nor the left 

But keep unto this middle way

All the days of my life

Or until I reach Nottingham.