The Truck Driver

It's dark and I'm driving.
I'm wearing sunglasses, and I have no paperwork.
I forgot my Bill of Lading at the rack. 
My licence and green card are on the desk at home.
I'm smoking and wearing sandals.
The only light on the truck I have on is the dome light.
Speaking of dome...
Every compartment I have is domed out.... With oil.
I weigh 105,000 lbs.
Ahead I see a sign.... It says 
CONSTRUCTION ZONE NEXT 500 MILES
ALL FINES DOUBLED. ALL TRUCKS 45MPH
Hammer down... 
I crank it to 95 mph.
Every plaquard on the truck is different, and every compartment is leaking.  
I ignore the sound of horns all around me.
Ahead is a scale... 
I blow it.
Next to the scale is a set of RR tracks...
I slow down so that I am able to shift as I go over 
them without stopping and without using the hazard lights.
Hammer down.... to 95 mph.
A CHP officer pulls up behind me and hits his lights. 
I hit mine. The truckers greeting. 
Then I flip him off and stop the truck.  In the middle of the freeway.
He walks over and asks me for my registration licence 
and medical card. 
I get the folder that holds the truck reg. and throw it over the 
embankment. and kick the cop on the nuts. 
He begins vomiting.
I am not the Boo you are looking for I say to him.
He vomits again.  
I change into his clothes and put him in mine. And give him many many
tickets.
Then I go home to his wife and beat his children.
I am Boo I smile
Love Boo