Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Damn This Traffic Jam

Hot metal boxes
Steel prison cells
One person to a room

Rubber tires melting
Anger rising
Flowing out through open windows

Horns blaring
Hoping the ear-piercing sound
will magically make the metal move

Don't you understand?
I have to be somewhere RIGHT NOW
My time is more important
Just looking out for number one

Where is everybody going?

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