When did a lie become an alternative truth?
Why are parking spaces so small?
Do subway riders even know deodorant exists?
Why do jaywalkers ignore red lights?
Why do kids never wash their hands before they eat?
Why do people spell doubt and subtle with a "b"?
Why have twenty checkouts and only two cashiers?
Why are there no cops around when you need one?
Why do people peddle religion door-to-door?
And why didn't these annoying things bother me before?
A few more things to add to my list of gripes.
Why wasn't I warned that life could be so screwed up?
Why are there no washrooms handy when you need to piss?
And why do tips get automatically added to the cost of a meal?
Why are interest rates on credit cards so outrageous?
And why won't the deliveryman deliver to my apartment door?
I know I've been ranting a lot, but there's so much more:
like roads that never get plowed,
people who pay for groceries by check,
and cars that park on narrow city streets.
Oh, and what about coffee that's too hot to drink?
These are but a few of the things
that contribute to my anxiety and frustration.
highways take a fall when we come around
there will never be evidence of resurrection
when we run stop signs, there is no caution to any type of wind
the next several interchanges reek of broken promises and later regrets
wherever we turn, happiness has relocated to anywhere green grass actually grows
now we are jaywalkers claiming everything is okay
lying to ourselves, we urbanize a country road
we go on and on and on and on until we head off in separate directions
i stop for lodging, but you stop for coffee....
Spinning spokes upon bustling narrow city streets
A two wheeled mouse amid prowling motorized cats
Plays games of timing and finely tuned awareness
Sudden bus stops, springing car doors, and Jaywalkers
Each can be found within the dealer’s loaded deck
The sound of coasting, click, click, are barely heard
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
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