Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Traffic Jam: the Stressed Passenger


It waste my time
It waste my money
It waste my energy
It waste my patience

I resent traffic jam

It is horrible to watch
It is shameful to bite
It is terrible to wrap
It is ironic to laugh

I curse traffic jam

It makes me mad
It makes me bad
It makes me sweat
It makes me dead

I hate traffic jam

It is not a case of bad luck
It is not a matter of fine heart
It is not a different level of smart
It is not a problem of ungrateful idiot

I LOATHE traffic jam

Submitted: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 26, 2013
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