Playing In Traffic...
All you have to dois wait for the next car,
just wait,
wait,
wait for it to pass...
You know theres at least three behind it,
but whatever,
you'll make it.
Waiting
waiting
waiting
THERE!
Gotta be,
Gotta be
a Viper.
Damn....
One
two
three
ZOOM!
SCREECH!
Your ass hits the front bumper,
stumble to the side.
Youre okay.
You smile.
You wave.
They flip you off
go on their way.
Jackasses.
Oh well.
At least you made it to the median
alive.
Straddle it.
Crawl over.
Hear the other kids scream your name.
Your heart
beats
beats
beats
fast...
'Cause this,
this
right
here...
You die.
Kids die....
Shit.
Horns blare.
Nothing like the other side.
You got four lanes
of full
blown
semis,
vans,
the whole nine yards.
You take a breath.
Take a step.
And...
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