My Poetry. Traffic jams.

Late again what will I do? 
Traffic held up 
another long queue 
a glance at your watch 
nerves uptight 
engine overheating 
Something not right. 
The car Crawling slowly
legs stiff and sore
radio blaring
In and out of the door.
Clutch up clutch down
brake foot numb
shouting and screaming
No nails on their thumb.
stop-start stop-start
Will it ever end?
Wondering how long
The queue will extend.
Cyclists passing cars
smiling on their way
extending happy greetings
"Have a lovely day"
Anger on faces
swearing under your breath
tooting horns in madness
A fate worse than death.
Chance of repeating this tomorrow
my nerves won't take the strain
another way I have to go
in fact, I'll take the train.
Here at work, late again
the office stands at ease
the boss looks over his glasses
"come to my office Please"
trying to explain is hopeless
as usual, it falls on deaf ears
Traffic jams are unnerving.
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