Five Days a Week

The nice thing about having your own blog is you can put anything on here no matter how bad it is!

So in keeping with that theme, I humbly submit the following.


Five Days A Week

By Wag


The alarm goes off and I jump up to embrace the day,

Off to work I go for there are bills to pay.

Not long after the house is out of sight,

One quickly learns some of the people out there are really uptight.

You see the cars darting and dodging everywhere,

Drivers yelling and screaming even sticking their finger in the air.

Women putting on makeup using the visor mirror and light,

While jamming traffic because they are in the left lane not the right.

Let's not forget the guy who is stupid and must really be brave,

As he drives along looking in the mirror while he proceeds to shave.

What about the ones driving with a muffin in one hand and the other a Starbucks,

All the while weaving in out recklessly between all the cars and trucks.

Oh yeah and there are ones with a bowl and a spoon eating Corn Flakes,

I'm telling you for Las Vegas driving nerves of steel is what it takes.

I've watched all this and from the drivers I've seen no smiles,

Hard to believe that I've only gone four miles.

Let's not forget the ladies headed to the mall,

To them there is no other car on the road, not one at all.

Did I mention all those people that are always a lane jumper,

They force you to slam on the brakes so as not to hit their bumper.

Then there are those who make a habit of going through intersections when the light is red,

They don't care that they may hit you and you will be dead.

These drivers are normal people I'm talking about,

Not like the partiers that all night have been out.

Add to the mix those drivers full of drugs or liquor,

They are all over the road and driving much quicker.

All these drivers are so bad you just want to scream for a cop,

But they are nowhere in sight unless you are at a doughnut shop.

With all the crazy drivers maybe it's time I take a prozac,

Otherwise from my destination I might never get back.

Each daily drive I just try to keep out of these fools' way,

With hopes of returning home safe at the end of my day.

So if one day should I disappear without a trace,

It will probably be because someone took my space.

Well that's my story and I think it has reached its peak,

I just wanted to share what I see five days a week.




My feeble attempt to entertain you!

Stay tuned to this blog for an important follow up to my post of January 11th, 2007 regarding Illegals drawing Social Security. And, yes, there is something you can do so stay tuned!!

Until tomorrow...


"Good night, Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are."