I find few things in life as frustrating in their wastefulness as grinding along in gnarled traffic. I had one of those experiences this morning. Instead of muttering about it, I turned the long moments into an opportunity for reflection and self-expression.
We the successful, ground to a halt;
We the free, strapped in rolling metal boxes;
Watching mechanical buzzards aloft;
Our existence slipping as we struggle to live.
Yeah, it wasn’t a nice one, but I’m feeling much better now.
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