The traffic light simply would not turn green
So the people stopped to wait
As the traffic rolled and the wind blew cold
And the hour grew dark and late
Zoom-varoom, trucks, trailers,
Bikes and limousines,
Clatterin’ by — me oh my!
Won’t that light turn green?
But the days turned weeks, and the weeks turned months
And there on the corner they stood,
Twiddlin’ their thumbs till the changin’ comes
The way good people should.
And if you walk by that corner now,
You may think it’s rather strange
To see them there as they hopefully gaze
With the very same smile on their very same face
As they patiently stand in the very same place
And wait for the light to change.
I prefer:
Nother day, nother dime, nother shit on company time.
Boss makes a dollar,
I make a dime,
That was a poem,
For a simpler time.
Now the boss makes a hundred,
And the workers a cent,
While he has employees,
Who can’t pay their rent.
Why wait till the boss makes a million,
And the workers make jack?
It’s high time we riot,
And take our world back.
What rhymes with guillotine?
Dramamine is the first thing I thought of.
Guillotines and Dramamine would make a decent band name.
The traffic light simply would not turn green
So the people stopped to wait
As the traffic rolled and the wind blew cold
And the hour grew dark and late
Zoom-varoom, trucks, trailers,
Bikes and limousines,
Clatterin’ by — me oh my!
Won’t that light turn green?
But the days turned weeks, and the weeks turned months
And there on the corner they stood,
Twiddlin’ their thumbs till the changin’ comes
The way good people should.
And if you walk by that corner now,
You may think it’s rather strange
To see them there as they hopefully gaze
With the very same smile on their very same face
As they patiently stand in the very same place
And wait for the light to change.
— Shel Silverstein
Apparently quite the ladies man.
The world’s full of ladies’ men. Not too many guys who can do that thing with words.