Fireworms
Driving in down town
In morning, most of times
Can anger, can be fun
Drivers in zigzag at every light
Taxies act as boxers, in a ring
And the bikes
Racing and, mountain kind
And the rest thin or fat in tires
Come and go fireworms.
Safe entered, departed?
Praise lord…
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