Dominican Traffic
Copyright © 2015
11.12.2015
9:18pm
This crazy rush hour traffic, traffic
like swimming the Caribbean Sea,
in these streets you don't wanna be.
Headlights brighter than spaceships,
spaceships, these drivers make you
wanna flip, rush hour you'd wanna skip
Many hurrying and rushing, rushing
sending many to hospitals with blood
gushing...Driving down these streets,
never know what crazies you'll meet
On roads with deep potholes, potholes
and speed...speed is their creed,
think you're bold, ask that stiff
he's cold. And remember, bigger the
car makes Dominicans a star
And, motorcycles like bubble bees, a blimp
is all you'll see...their weaving and
bobbing ahead of everyone hopping
So, on these roads don't close your eyes,
got to be like an eagle, everyone tries,
Dominican traffic can be anyone's demise
Dominicans don't have rules, they aren't
cool, with do as you wish out of school,
school that too ain't cool. Got old folks
cursing, with all their pimping and hustling
And, to drive, you will need an eagle's
eye on these bumpy roads to get by, get
by many who seem to be mentally ill
behind the wheel
No tail-lights, tail lights?
not even head-lights...hard to
see around high beams at night,
nearly everyone runs red-lights
it's HOT and no police in sight.
So, where's the police, police?
hardly any don't you see, pay is lower
than fish in a sea...Yes you'll see,
Dominican traffic will make you run
for the sea. Driving isn't pragmatic,
just frantic, hectic and chaotic.
by: LP
10:13pm
Edited: 26.12.2015
2pm
**(on Facebook w/photo/theme: North Coast Poetry Society)
Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2015
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