I’m at a junction
Where every malfunction
Plagues each individual
Yet seems oddly casual;
There are rows of red glares
Amidst shrill horn blares
The silence is deafening
But the weather is threatening
I feel terribly testy
Though I was happily zesty
When will this end?
I can’t see the road’s bend!
The skyline is alight,
Impervious to my plight
My patience wears thin
I can’t bear this dreary din
Were I to turn back time
I wouldn’t be writing this rhyme!
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