02-16-98
you sit and wait in the heat of the day
and complain about it all the way
what makes you think that you mean dick ?
you turn the wheel, you move the stick,
you sit within your tiny world
cut off from all the rest...
the bubble that surrounds you
rests heavily upon your breast
why do we continue to behave this way ?
sitting in the car the livelong day ?
when traffic stops and no one moves,
no one wins, we all lose
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