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