050510m I'M On My Way To Work Poem by Manonton Dalan

i'm driving the sun is whispering
her warmth to my ears; i should
respond with cold ac/open window
i will tough it out; adapt to situation
i'm not sweating yet so i'm still okay
couple of miles more; i'm walking

pretty red, white and blue draping
around that humomngous warship
radar revolving as if searching sky
empty flightdeck means it's inport
people are line up on pier busy ants
proud to be working even with rants