Rev, beep, snarl, fume
Bumper to bumper, don’t leave room
Everyone in a hurry, places to go
But the speed of the traffic is slower than slow
Make noise, be aggressive
That’s the rule of the road
Grind your teeth, shout out loud
Til you feel you will explode
In their metal petrol chariots
These gladiators fight
To win a fraction of tarmac
To show their skill and might
One thing I’ve never understood
And don’t think I ever will
Is why its called rush hour when
It’s the time that all stands still
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aagh... and I had an interview today for a transport sort-ta 'planner/policy' position!