Car collision at Mainstreet and Elm intersection with drivers and pedestrians reacting
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Oh, the roads in my town are a rumbling zoo,
With honkers and blinkers and drivers askew! 
And I, in my car with a mutter and a frown,  
Cry, “WHO gave these creatures their license to motor around?!”

There’s the Lane-Swerving Larry, who zig-zags with glee,
Across three whole lanes like he’s chasing a bee.
No signal, no warning, just *whoopity-swoop!*
Cutting me off with a tire-squealing *boop!*

“Good sir!” I exclaim (though I’m not feeling kind),
“Your blinker’s not decoration—it’s there for your mind!” 
But Larry just shrugs with a sandwich in hand,  
While steering with elbows like this is all planned.

Then there’s Missy Mc-Stop-Sign, who barely will pause,
She rolls right on through like she’s above all the laws.
No concern for others who now sit in fear,
While she hums a tune and adjusts her left mirror.

And don’t get me started on Tony Too Fast,
Who treats every street like a racetrack that lasts 
From zero to sixty in half a blink
Then slams on his brakes at a Starbucks, I think.

“Oh, Tony!” I holler, all shaking and red,
“The limit’s a LIMIT. It’s not a suggestion in your head!”
But Tony just laughs as he zooms out of sight,
Leaving behind a faint smell of burnt fright.

There’s Folks-Who-Don’t-Merge and Folks-Who-Don’t-Yield,
And Folks-Who-Text-Folks, while not looking through their windshield.
Of traffic! Of chaos! Of honking despair!
With phones in their hands like the wheel isn’t there!

Oh, the rage! Oh, the grumble! The gritchity-grow!
My patience is thinner than bad tires on a snowplow!
If rules were a book (and they are, can you guess?)
These drivers would use it to flatten a mess!

So, listen, dear drivers, wherever you roam,
This road is not *yours*, it’s shared driving home.
Use blinkers! Use brakes! Use a smidge of your brain!
Or stay off the road—take a bus. Take a train!

For I’ve had enough of this vehicular dread.
My eyebrows are twitching, my face turning red!
But perhaps if we try (and oh, wouldn’t that be nice),
We’ll drive like good humans… not squirrels on ice.