some days
i can’t even just walk
to work
from the tram stop
without some fucker
trying to run me down
from a side street
in his VW Golf.
pedestrians, eh?
so troublesome
for the upstanding
ve-hickle owner
how dare we
slow them down?
how dare we
suggest that
perhaps we did have
right of way?
how dare we
presume to
exist?