Rush Hour Poem by Frederick Nellist

The frenzy begins when my alarm rings
A mad sense of urgency it always brings
I wade knee deep through growing stress
I minute to shower, seven more to dress
After consuming breakfast I accelerate
Getting myself in one hell of a state
I open the window take a glance outside
Paling with horror at the advancing tide
Into the street absorbed by the throng
Forgetting to bring my brief case along
Metal beetles with their exhausts blowing
Sweating commuters all toing and froing
Not a taxi in sight I'll have to trudge
Pedestrians half asleep they won't budge
Traffic lights appear to be always on red
Oh if only I could have stayed in my bed
My fingers crossed I'll be at work on time
My boss reckons that tardiness is a crime
It isn't the work that's sending me insane
The nightmare reversed going home again.