Rush (read this poem as fast as you can)

By smokejack

Mon, 28 Jun 2021
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People driving far too fast                                                                         

To get to a job they hate

Fearful of a bollocking

Should they turn up late

 

Traffic Jams and full brake slams

Fuelling the rage in the car trap cage

Gesticulating fists and air bakes hiss

Inhaling exhaust fumes feeds the rage

 

Blue lights flash there’s another crash

Carnage and queues as sirens scream

Life is still but time counts the cash

We’ve lost all sense of what life means

 

©JMN 2021

Certificate PG
Poem
Travel

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This is why I'm glad I've retired and said goodbye to the rat race.

You've summed it up well in this poem.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Wonderful take ont he subject, smliejack. I was anxious to get back to work after a five month shut-down. Now that I'm back these ten months. I'm seriously considering early retirement.

Rich

 

Submitted by smokejack on

Hi Jenny&Rich thank you for your kind feedback it is always appreciated. I did the same as both of  you re driving up and down motorways during my stint as a sales rep. The traffic was always horrendous to the point that i had to get away from the toil and the tedious repetition!!