I spy
Country types
Proud
To be worse than us
To Speed
Down windy smelly roads
In straighter newer vehicles
To nearly run us down
In fact
Well what are we?
Worse than livestock
City dwellers
Idling in
And around
Spots of beauty and history
We're all the same
We block the lanes
We stand and sigh
You can't get by
We irritate
You're late to get
The kids from school
We sigh again
"They don't appreciate
Their lives"
And harder still back home
We sigh
Where roads are all there is
To spy
© Rachel Fox 2005
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