Well, there is none
To one whose quick glance
Sees only a chance to
Step on the gas.
Impatient to gun it
From stop sign, to run it
Their radar will plummet
To flatline you on it
Be careful curbside
Those text talk eyes
Lured by off road chatter
A gad about mad hatter
Wouldn't notice your splatter
You simply don't matter
Don't you get that?
Your shiny shoes
Your bags from Whole Foods
Tattered in a nano-second
Less than...
'Cause you're a pedestrian
The crosswalk is no friend.
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