An Ode to Jaywalking
By Nicholas Dibagia
So sweet is the walk of the jay,
Saccharine but I, irresisting, canst avoid
To maketh thee driving, late, yay.
Thus, I stepeth out and taste the schadenfreude
A curse upon ye, a pox
I darest thou to clip me from mine box
A leisurely stroll, across the thoroughfare
How serious is it, yet I depart without a care
Oh, 1992 Camry, how speedily you move
How rusty and maroon are your lights
Rushing closer, how it doth me behoove,
To exit the roadway, to call off my flight
If I might desist?
To the driver, the traffic, delight
Nay, I cannot resist.
Athwart the road, the time beeth right
A terrible cycle true,
With such a choice to do.
Make one step in or out,
Lest thou in the street flap as if a trout
Bugger the traffic,
Bugger that central white graphic
Let me ford the crossing where I may,
For this is the way of the walker jay.
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