Rec'd 9/12:

Ode to Traffic Whore


Traffic Whore Traffic Whore
Why do you play with my heart
You tell me to yield
You tell me to stop
You tell me when to start

With your shiney chrome whistle
And you gloves so pearly white
Like the Referie
At a Heavyweight Championship, „This one is for the title!‰,
Automobile fight

„Come on!‰
„Stop!‰
„Let‚s Go!‰
„NO! NO! NO! NO!‰
„YOU GOT A PROBLEM? THEN GET OUT!‰
You Shout about but „GET OUT‰?

You challenge me to what?
A fight at the light because I honk at the man on the right and question your might pissed off my wife like without you there is no life. CHRIST!

Traffic Whore Traffic Whore
Why do you play with my heart?


Paul M. Clary
September 12, 2003