Keep Driving
Stopping at a stop sign that doesn't exist
thinking of what people do
the hate the greed the cruelty
not taking anyone anywhere
Driving down a road with no lights
wondering why no one is kind
Is everyone else blind
am I the only one who sees
Staring at a traffic jam
of hatred, abuse, neglect
ugly, soured, selfish faces
what else can I expect
Turning down my stereo
to hear their empty threats
the buzzing of their discontent
the louder and louder it gets
Rolling up the windows
to keep their filthy stench out
their gloom envelops all
can't get far enough away
Wipers can't wipe it off
their glaze of hate
won't dissipate
keep driving, keep driving.
© K. S. Brooks, 2006
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