Poetry of Kansas

Our Highway Toll

Wish to kill em?
Buy a car
With the gew-gaws, all that are,
Made for speed so you can pass
Anybody burning gas!
Maybe, going up a hill,
Car ahead seems standing still
Making fifty! why not pass?
So you do it, but alas!
Meet another, room for two
Three cars piled because of you.
And to even up the score
Funerals, maybe three or four!
Or a blowout, driving fast
To some drivers is the last.
Nations war with far less toll
Than our highways as we roll
Into ditches dodging brothers
Or head-on while killing others.
Wish to get killed as you plod?
On the wrong side you should trod;
Or, with buggy and no light
On the right sidle, sure you're right.
Till a flash from car ahead
Blinds the rear car and you're dead!
Are our minds just petrified?
Eyes no good, though open wide?

__Ed Blair

 

Random Rhymes
Ed Blair
(Spring Hill, Kansas: New Era Publishing Co. 1939)
Page 29

 
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