The road to nowhere has many names 275, 19, or Interstate 4 Im tired of sitting and playing your games Yet driving at a crawl more and more It matters not the time of day Morning, noon and even night Your non moving lanes I say Are pissing me off; I wanna fight 5 miles per hour in a 65 zone Is not what I want on the way home Two wrecks ahead and three tires blown Im feeling it coming-its setting the tone Stop and go. But less go and more stop Road rage set in - This is no fun Veins in my forehead are starting to pop Look under the seat there must be a gun Empty cans, stale fries, and a knife Are all that I find in this time of need I hate this road and I hate this life Visions of chaos beginning to feed An hour and half later Ive gone 3 miles Middle fingers twitching, almost insane Just another day full of trials On the road to nowhere its truly a pain - an original missive typed entirely on I-275 while not moving....
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 22:34:39 +0000