Marshall, I'm afraid this isn't working for me. I'll try to explain why. First some general remarks, then some inline comments.
I too was put off by the word "steal," since it's not a word I would ever use in this context. Indeed, I didn't even understand what you meant by it. When you start with "There is no read ahead for you to steal," I was immediately confused since I took it literally, i.e., the road is ending so there is no road ahead. The way I now understand you to have meant it, however, is not how I would phrase it. When someone tries to pass me on a highway, I don't ever think of it as someone trying to "steal" the road. Do you? I literally didn't understand what you meant, and I didn't even think of the possibility that you meant the distance between the speaker and the car ahead of the speaker.
But my bigger issue with the poem is that it doesn't really go anywhere. You've pretty much said everything in the first three lines, and the rest of the poem is simply keeping it going for the sake of the form. This, of course, is what makes villanelles so hard to write, since the need to keep using the same two lines makes it difficult to develop a new thought or go off in a new direction.
When I read a poem (or when anyone does, for that matter) my mind immediately goes into the mode of actively trying to detect metaphors or greater meaning. When there's a "road" in a poem, it's usually more than just a road, as in 'the road not taken" and many other familiar poems and songs. What I was looking for in your poem, and not finding, was at least a small hint or vague sense that we are dealing with more than just one particular road, and the driver is on some sort of significant journey. Instead, at the end I could only conclude that the poem is no more than it appears on the surface, which for me was not sufficiently interesting.
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Originally Posted by Marshall Begel
Turtles All the Way Up
There is no road ahead for you to steal.
Your road rage will not change the way I drive. I think of "road rage" as a more heightened form of aggressive driving. The poem doesn't show us road rage, in my opinion, since many drivers are too aggressive while not worked up into a state of rage. Not everyone who honks or tailgates is enraged. Many just drive that way in a calm and serene manner. It's the drivers they are rude to who are enraged.
You only have two pedals and a wheel. As opposed to what?
Believe me, I have nothing to conceal— Why would anyone think the speaker has something to conceal? What could the speaker conceivably be concealing that would lead the speaker to deny concealing anything?
There's no agenda crafted to deprive
You any inch of road ahead to steal. Again, what conceivable agenda are you talking about? I never heard of such an agenda.
This honking ceaselessly will just reveal
You're not the sharpest Hornet in the hive. Cute, but doesn't ring true. When someone drives like an asshole, it's rarely attributable to their low intelligence.
I, too, have only pedals and a wheel. This repetend seems like a non sequitur in this tercet.
You race ahead, then brake till tires squeal. I thought he was behind you? Has he now raced ahead of you?
It hurts your ego, driving forty five. If he's now ahead of you, is he driving 45 to purposely slow you down to punish you for not pulling aside to let him pass? If so, why would that involve his ego?
There is no road ahead of me to steal.
You'll never reach the speed you think ideal, Why "never"? Not now, perhaps, but I suspect there will be other days and other roads where the traffic will allow him to reach high speeds.
Or shift your cruise control to overdrive. I'm no car expert, but I don't think one can shift gears while in cruise control.
You only have two pedals and a wheel.
The pulsing brake lights slalom like an eel Whose brake lights? The speaker, or the other guy? I'm losing the picture.
As marching turtles steadily arrive. This makes zero sense to me.
There is no road ahead of me to steal—
So impotent, those pedals and that wheel.
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I have a suggestion for you to consider. I think it would be more interesting if you made the speaker into the angry driver. Something like:
There is no road ahead for me to steal.
My road rage will not change the way I drive.
I only have two pedals and a wheel.
That would change the focus from a dismissive and superior narrator who presumes to know everything about the driver of the car behind him, to a confessional narrator who is authoritatively telling us his own feelings and experience.