Livin’
on buffets,
Been
out umpteen days,
Christmas
loads are hotter than heck.
Now people are shopping,
And
traffic is stopping,
This
town’s turned into one big brake check.
Wastin’
my hours again in MessedUpTrafficVille.
All
the cars ahead have come to a halt.
Some
people say that I am nuts to live this way,
But
I think – who are they to find fault.
Don’t
know the reason
