Expat Desert Commute
Daily drive fraught with stress
One wrong move what a mess
Looking left, looking right
Praying neither will bring fright
All seems clear, so off we go
Straight and fast, avoiding foe
All strapped in and knuckles white
Let him pass! Avoid the fight
Can't make trouble, no friend is near
Don't you know we're not wanted here?
Was that a shot? Stoke the Fire!
Not today it was just a tire
Five miles more, we're almost there
Pulse is up, but no worse for wear
We made it here, we passed the test
I sure am glad I wore my vest
What we'll do to make a buck
Same tomorrow, wish us luck
3 June 03
Copyright © Joseph Soper | Year Posted 2017
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