It has been my observation
While in the northbound traffic queue
That roading companies impose
Nonsense rules to make you stew
The first and most important rule
For Health and Safety regulation
Is to put out a thousand road cones
To block (I mean aid) traffic navigation
Next, have too many roading signs
Make sure they make no logical sense
So traffic cops sense your confusion
And can charge you with an offense
Rule three is easy to remember
Wherever there is a pothole.... ignore!
Seal the road around it to guarantee
More roading contracts by the score
Rule four, watch out for road workers
As they can be an unruly mob
(I would do this out of courtesy
If only I could see someone on the job)
At last, the queue is moving now
Spraying gravel abundantly
I think this is the place for me to start
A windscreen company!
Categories:
roading, humor,
Form: Rhyme
I like to brake things
Make a mess of this
It's easier for you
To turn your back on me
Eliminate possibilities
Twist it intentionally
Off roading any stability
Calculating probabilities
Plotting destruction
Saw the signs in your eyes
Needed to break free
Building enough crazy to see
Attachment theory
Had you thinking
I was believing
Really just controlling destiny
Found the pressure points
Leaned in, just to see
Worked out seamlessly
Got you running far from me
Warned you I was a wolf
Even if you saw a sheep
It's ok you fell for it
They always underestimate me
It was fun you say
I stopped star gazing right away
Knew you'd inevitably fall deeply
Thought it best to implode it immediately
Happy you think you're winning
Inside I applaud expectantly
Knowing you'd be positioned
Relieved you surrendered blindly
Project thirty
Phase complete
Bye bye baby
Infiltration achieved
Categories:
roading, allusion, conflict, confusion, corruption,
Form: Couplet
Wind
Rocks, mud
Bugs in grill
Driver whoops, hollers
Jeep's happiness is off-roading
Categories:
roading, car,
Form: Fibonacci
The day of the roaring days
By the moon has arrived with a pregnant girl;
And the mother from the farming
Wheat raced with rejoice
Along the road that almost finished
With the closing eyes of the girl.
The day of the roading days
By the moon has a little girl,
Yet the weak moonlight as a raped friend
Has taken over the moaning living
Of a deed and alone the racing, a runner
Who was living below the bells.
They said it was God who was calling
In the wilderness, almost lost.
Categories:
roading, baby, death, day, moon,
Form: Free verse