The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 72 Poem by Flying Lemming

The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 72

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Rev, beep, snarl, fume
Bumper to bumper, don’t leave room
Everyone in a hurry, places to go
But the speed of the traffic is slower than slow

Make noise, be aggressive
That’s the rule of the road
Grind your teeth, shout out loud
Til you feel you will explode

In their metal petrol chariots
These gladiators fight
To win a fraction of tarmac
To show their skill and might

One thing I’ve never understood
And don’t think I ever will
Is why its called rush hour when
It’s the time that all stands still

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Emancipation Planz 24 October 2007

Aagh... and I had an interview today for a transport sort-ta 'planner/policy' position!

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