Why am I still at work?
I should be home.
I’m such a jerk.
There’s one good way
From there to here,
It’s being rebuilt,
Over four long years.
So, traffic keeps me working late,
I have a lot upon my plate.
Still, I’d rather be with family,
But traffic keeps me in agony.
It’s a hot, dry day in Dallas town.
The roads are straight all around.
Yet, cars crash and many swerved,
I’m glad the streets aren’t really curved.