Street Manners (Original Poem)

Red light, yellow light 

Every light 

Is a blur 

Blurring my beliefs and 

straining my vision 

Each morning I rise and place a contact in each eye 

So that I can read the words, the numbers, the signs 

That tell you what to follow and how to act

But do not misread societies divisions, 

The ‘righteous’, the learned, the woke and the broke 

Shove their opinions down your throat.  

Swallow one or swallow all 

That’s your call