Published by: Gabrielle Vergara
Date Published: September 15, 2022
Time Published: 9:54 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Social Issues
Joe's stuck—again, in traffic;
He pleaded for change that's drastic.
"We'll just keep building," they said.
They broadened the roads once more.
Tap this, tap that;
Who decides where to tap?
Bonk! there goes our time: down the drain.
Bonk! the situation got worse when it rains.
Bonk! longer roads, longer pain.
Tsk, tsk! sure, trust the pushover.
We had fallen behind by half a century.
Induced demand is often looked over;
It plagues every road in the country.
The fallen rolled in their graves;
They were smitten by mere incompetence.
"Acknowledge our hardships, you knaves!"
"If only they had some common sense..."
"Carmageddon" etched in his mind.
He pleaded again for someone to answer—
A voice answered to Joe's delight;
"The gridlock will dissipate by summer."
They established new roadways;
Our Joe traversed once more.
And again, in congested roads, he lay.
Urban planners, yet again, ignored.
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