Yay Another Poem, Finally!

The busy men and women
Stare out from behind steely frames
Hurry! They say, Hurry!
I have meetings to attend,
Appointments to uphold,
And so many, oh so many things to do!

And they glare impatiently
Hands raised over horns.
Hurry! They mutter, Hurry!
I certainly do not have all day to wait -
I have places to go; people to meet

And they sit comfortably
Ensconced in their expensive, silver cars
Dressed in polished metal and pallid grey

/oh and for the record, the previous one was done a veeery long time ago, when joel ranted to me on msn about prefects in the form of a poem. i, being annoyed, ranted back. so no worries. he still finds many ways and means to rant to me about prefects nowadays, if not more so...