Life's Traffic Jam

I was listening to 'how many times?' - ICP & i wanted to do my own thing...& this is what came out of it :3 I quite like it. Enjoy.

Rising tempers like the heat in a traffic jam.

Tires screeching, horns honking as greasy breaks slam.

I sit behind them, ‘what the hell are they doing?’

If one of them hits me I swear that I’m suing.

To me they represent the current status quo.

Where everyone’s scared & refusing to go.

No sense of adventure just lust for mundane.

Your stupidity is driving me quite insane.

 

I will crash you from behind & force you to the proper speed.

I hope you careen off the road to lay in a ditch & bleed.

No more traffic rules, no more life rules, they’re just hindering me.

I won’t slow down for anyone, or be who you wish I’d be.

 

But right now I am stuck in the passenger seat.

The exhaust smells ill & I’m sweating from the heat.

Roll down a window, but it never gets better.

My sweat-sticky back could not get any wetter.

In this pointless life we just sit here & marinate.

The road ragers yell loudly & gesticulate