Frustrarion

Four hours and counting, Frustration is really begun mounting. The sun is beating down, Causing sweat to drip onto my perpetual frown. People are getting out and talking, I expect some are thinking they would be better off walking. Surely somebody can make a decision. And clear a path through the site of the collision. Most accidents are caused by people not concentrating, All of these held up people are totally berating. I hope there is nobody that is badly hurt, But they need to be spoken to and the talk shold be quite curt. Telling them about all of the people they have caused to wait, Making some exceedingly late.