Congestive Traffic Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Those who walk on what appears,
For them a lonely road...
May have chosen to do so.
Since the air is crisp.
And the mind is clear.

Choosing happiness over confusion,
Eliminates the need...
For one to fight for a place,
In polluted congestive traffic.

Where others have accepted beliefs,
This way of life is meant for them to live.
With a daily honking their way through,
A series of clogged arteries to die for.