Poetic Podcast Episode 13
The gentleman turned to me distraught;
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing,
“Had to park my wheels, can’t pay my bills.”
Another victim of a repeating pattern,
back to our old ways we learned nothing;
Imagine briefly if the drivers weren’t there;
Systematic financial slaughter
unable to keep their trucks moving;
Left in hock those holding a CDL license;
Sure the highways would be luxurious,
no slow down to get where you’re going;
Empty roads with markets left out of stock;
Traffic in the big city’s non existent;
Society has become weak and lies dying
as tractor trailers fill up salvage lots;
The big picture is a whole lot darker,
A slow crawl as the world’s stalling;
Humanity decimated by a truck famine.
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