Traffic poem

2024-11-15

Three lanes for pickup trucks, lift to the sky,

Seven for SUVs, eyes on the phone,

None for the cyclists, doomed to die,

One for the asshole, speeding alone.

He's the flow of traffic, don't impede that guy.

One law to rule them all, one law to mind them,

One law to bring them all and in the right lane bind them.

He's the flow of traffic, don't impede that guy.

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