The Gripes Of Penang's Drivers Poem by Ibnu Din Assingkiri

At traffic light junctions,
When green light is on;
Honking is communicating
About almost everything
Even if, the front vehicles
3 seconds late in accelerating.


At smaller junctions,
It is no way to give way
You cut in, I cut you out
You give way, I honk forever
If I care, I work at welfare
They did, I did, so it's fair.

From big to small cars
It's abnormal not cutting lines
What for I follow the queues
I rather used my smart IQ
So what, I cut, want to do what
Summon also, can pay what.

Don't talk bad just like that,
The roads jam everywhere;
We all stressed up to the forehead
Don't talk bad just like that,
Ask why roads jam instead;
Got any answer? You wicked!

Batu Kawan
18 March 2013