Speeding Poem by Dorsey Baker

Up the ramp just like an airplane
Tying to get enough speed to take off
Up the ramp we speed
On the side of the freeway
A big truck sits tilting
The freeway
This morning
Is like a fast racetrack
Everybody trying to
Get ahead
And our lives have become
One big race track
Everybody jogging
To get into first place
And you'll surely
Get run over!
If you don't get in a hurry
And speed up
It's rush hour
On the freeway!

All of us
Rushing our poor lives away