5pm traffic by Aaron HowardIts the fall of Saigon on the freeway today..
So make sure you got the tolls to pay
Get under the pavement and lose your place..
While your stuck still with this scowl on your face..
Beep your horn to feel important..
Scowl and pout like and infant..
Throw the finger around to the cutoff lane
And throw out the words ranking in the profane..
Speeding down the emergency lane of stress
Speeding into this 5pm traffic mess
03/14/2004 Posted on 03/14/2004 Copyright © 2024 Aaron Howard
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Posted by Sarah Graves on 04/03/04 at 08:01 AM hah, I can relate to this peice. I live in the LA area.. You have an interesting style Aaron, I've read through a few of your poems now. |
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