An Ode to Rush Hour Traffic

[dudestir127]

I sit in my car.
Surrounded by other cars.
Going nowhere fast.

I curse at traffic.
There is way too much of it.
Really isn’t fair.

How much longer ‘till,
Traffic starts moving again,
So I can get home?

Finally I move.
Extremely slowly at first.
Soon I’m going fast.

I hate that traffic.
Psychologically draining.
Two times every day.