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Dawdler at the traffic light,
Do you intend to take all night?
It’s long been green, yet there you wait.
Just what is there to contemplate?
The cosmos on a turtle’s back?
Recurring themes in Kerouac?
The riddle of the ancient Sphinx?
The strange allure of Jar Jar Binks?
What means or method can there be
To rouse you from your reverie?
I shout, I honk, you linger still.
If you don’t move your butt, I will!


One Comment

  1. … unless you’re deef, and then, Pardon,
    I’ll scoot around and drive right on,
    but lose your keys, give up the road
    before I call to get you towed.

    Thursday, July 12, 2012 at 9:31 pm | Permalink

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