TRAFFIC JAM
Merging,
surging on analysis,
Body in a
belt, constrictive paralysis.
Speed up,
slow down, slide right in,
Situational
awareness—now let’s begin.
One-way
means one thing;
U-turn
means another.
The first
is for the brave;
The second
for the others.
Flash red
lights;
Stop on the tracks.
Green's too perilous;
Yellow’s the rack.
Running every stop sign,
Yellow’s the rack.
Running every stop sign,
Begging to get caught,
I'm swerving into lanes,
I'm swerving into lanes,
Traversing
lines that I should not.
Pressing brakes
but giving gas;
Coming at
you—gotta pass
Cause my
foot won’t quit the pedal;
Take my
license, still I bet I’ll
Cut you
off at every turn.
Screeching
tires, rubber burns.
Quaking,
braking, no risk-taking,
Won’t see
me accelerating.
Blinkers
fading, signal crosses,
Pull me
over, cut my losses.
Gonna
crash into disaster.
Glass
will fly and metal scatter.
Skip the
questions—I know answers.
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