Poem: The Madness of the Rush

[mab]

 

      The masses clog the highway
    like snails in a hurry,
  leaving trails of slime and
cigarette butts.


         

Who are these people?
            Where do they have to be
              according to the clock?

What can I say?


          They were raised in public schools,
            their minds filled with
              mediocrity
            and applauded for it
          in their robes of black.


    Moving in fast forward
  through a prestigious 
University.
  Dumbed down to the 
    lowest level
  to gain money from
the government!


          Bastards in the guise
            of Kings!


      At least I planned for rush hour.
    I don't have to be 
  anywhere
for two hours.
  I sit back and relax,
    blasting Leonard Cohen
      and smiling at the 
    demonic faces
  of the leeches of society,
writhing in their madness.


          The masses clog the highway,
            like snails in a hurry,
              leaving trails of slime and
                cigarette butts in their wake.
         

Comments

[exsrl920.livejournal.com]

it's so nice to be stuck in traffic when you're not a hurry. it makes you take a look at how you may act when you are.