The Web Poetry Corner - James Bredin - Gridlock Toronto
Gridlock could describe a daily Toronto traffic jam,
City paralyzed by politicians who donít give a damn,
Bumper to bumper, 4-wheel drives lined up for miles,
Slowed to a stand still, engines purr but no one smiles.
Politicians catering to panhandlers in dreadlocks,
Little communist committees donít think about gridlock,
They ride bicycles or walk because they live down town,
And those who commute through the gridlock are just clowns.
They are going to pass a Toronto bylaw one day soon,
Everyone has to have a TTC pass by next June,
Thatís the only way to ease the traffic situation,
Normal people would do this in absolute desperation.
And if the place where you work is off the beaten track,
You can walk for miles and miles but watch out for an attack,
Because criminal panhandlers and street people are bold,
Now read this poem carefully and do what youíre told.
Weíve been coming to this stage for almost fifty years,
We need someone like Mayor Mel and some engineers,
To come back and tell us and show them what to do,
Expand the subway system which is long overdue.