glad it is them and not me

in the distance it sounds like a monster truck at a drag race people on adventures, traveling north and south seeking the wonders and highlights of kansas city as i sit on my old-fashioned porch listening to a noisy muffler, safe at home watching frenzied squirrels chase themselves around trees the vehicle is heading south, down Interstate 635 people frantically trying to have a rip-roaring time my english cream heads up the driveway, seeking new things i bask in the sun like a over-fed lioness fancying my cushy striped lawn chair listening to the frantic highway sounds appreciative it is them, and not me.