ode to the transportation gods

I don’t know why you're mad at me.
Is it something I didn't see?
Didn't I blinker and yield and stop,
And not just when I saw a cop?

Why do you torment with traffic delays,
And things that make disasters of days?
Why must I pick the road most used,
Inch like a snail, and my patience do lose?

And why when I catch a bus or a train,
Do I always leave with a migraine?
And why in a cab, or even a ferry,
Are the people mean and the insides smelly?

In the car it's not much better
For even followed to the letter
Directions are a tragic affair,
Making me want to pull out my hair.

Would you rather I walked to work every day?
Get blisters and corns and wear my toes away?
Even that I'd gladly do
If I didn't think that you
Would find some fresh method of causing me pain,
Perhaps with a ditch, or a well-placed crane.

~*~

(I had a bad day.)