Calmly I float throught urban streets

Flanked by mechanical beasts

Issuing pleasing nods and smiles

To masters of the sacred wheels

Still arrogant one rejects the traffic truth

And weaves about the motorized herd

Pummeled by the wave of curses and honks

Mr. Entitled fastens his locks, averts his eyes

And sinks into his bastard leather seat

Such is the price for advancing twenty yards