Cars so close together You can count their middle fingers, Horns honking everywhere Traffic is like an urban bomb scare. People just don't know how to drive. It's a wonder how they can survive.
Tooting and beeping, The human brain is sleeping, It looks like, by and large Lizard brains are in charge. There are no cops around; They’re in another part of town Policing those who feel they need To smoke that evil devil ****.
Meanwhile traffic does it's thing, Increasing daily suffering. It's part of what it means to be Alive in today's society, Driving hell bent like it matters Leaving peace of mind in tatters. Rush hour traffic is what is wrought Like a bad cold the earth has caught.
You can’t avoid it altogether. It’s like Twain said of weather. You can talk about it every day And do nothing about it either way. So maybe not have everyone at once Hitting the road like a silly dunce. Couldn’t the employers take a clue; Change their schedule an hour or two?
Maybe some would think it great To start their journey hours late? Some could go now and some then And wait hours, then begin again, The next batch could be on their way And start out having a good mood day. Or maybe we could all stay home And leave the rest of the world alone