Traffic (Or A Sonnet on Traffic Anywhere It Is)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

Traffic; a sonnet.
Recording provided with full permission of Kevin McKidd.


Traffic (Or A Sonnet On Traffic Anywhere It Is)

by a. rex

Hark, symphony of profaness,

And a bird, unfeathered, fleshy and rude.

This legion of wheels drives on filthiness,

While fowl freight look down on this auto brood.

O airy transit, send your flighty throngs!

Save us, stranded in dealings mad and black,

Crow, cry, and heaven floods our world of wrongs,

But love, do send the dove to lead us back.

From heavenly roost provide guidance clear;

Cry for swan songs and aid in earn'd wings,

Forge no feckless roads gorged from there to here,

And make the end cardinal above all things.

Alas, I am chicken by any word;

I won't change road rage to prayer by bird.

Submitted: August 16, 2012

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