Green yellow red
Are the color of my pills
Pass go I collect them all
The road rages in my head

There's a special place
In my heart for guns:
Left ventricle
Where the bullet lodged

I had a hard time
Seeing other people's
Point of view
So I started collecting opinions
Now I can't make up my mind

I like to go places
It's people I avoid
I travel mostly abroad
But can't recall her name
Half the time

A good driving record
Is worth zilch these days
But ******* might
Lower my premiums

Dogs are man's best friend
Yet they lick themselves
Men are better drivers than women
Yet they trick themselves
Too much time spent in cars
And not enough
In the one they love

There's an old saying
I can't remember
And it goes something
Like this:

Wipe the dust from your feet
Before you come inside
It keeps the house in order
Especially should it get
Sold out from under you

Most of us are but one paycheck
Away from being homeless
Man is the most dangerous animal
Dwelling in the cage of his vehicle
I used to work on Wall Street
Most days now I just pray

Don't worry
Everything equals out in the end
Except life
I'm always so sure
What lies beyond the next bend
Will finally be to my advantage
How could it be though
When my creditors
Own the road?

Technology marches forward,

Never stopping,

Technology marches forward,

Always progressing.


It permeates our homes,

It resides in our pockets,

The big company's own Sherlock Holmes,

Seeing deep within our lockets.


It gets us where,

We want to go,

Through the air,

Or through the traffic flow.


It runs our lives,

Leading us along,

Like bees in hives,

We follow it's rhythmic song.


Technology marches forward,

Not caring for its creators,

Technology marches forward,

As humanities technological dictators.