Driving At Night In My Home Town Poem by DM W

When I drive through my home town late at night:
There are drug addicts on bikes with no lights.
There are pale people who walk like zombies.
There seem to be road works on every street.
There are police cars with sirens screaming;
Chasing drivers who have been drinking.
O there are cars that don't stop at junctions
Or roundabouts! This place doesn't function
Normally. Alas,it has not evolved.
There are far too many problems to solve.
It's such a relief,when I drive around
To my grove, and arrive home safe and sound.