Tuesday, September 4, 2012


Bumper, bumper,
Where to go?
Red a steady hue,
Pulse is racing.

Swerve and sweat,
Behemoth passes by,
Protect the little one in the back,
Oblivious in the bye and bye.

Where does it come from,
The abyss itself?
Mile upon mile,
I just hate this traffic.

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