An army of tires
In ranks two by two
Tear straight down the road
Inconveniencing you
The bikes keep on rolling
With no end in sight
They split through the road
Cut in half from the right
The stop sign don’t stop
The host traveling east
The people left waiting
Are resisting the beast
When they’ve finally passed
We continue at last
To make up for time lost
We start driving fast
A Life in Poems 