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)