Rush Hour
All I need is a place to getaway from the rush hour world
The crazy crazy rush hour world
A place to hide from the rush hour world
My nerves are shot from the rush hour world
In need a place to dream from the rush hour world
My nerves can't take voices of the rush hour world
Cars rush and go and go like insects in the rush hour world
A place to hide
A place to hide
From the rush hour world
On the main road I feel the hate, frustration
And rage of humanity on my neck
In the rush world
Can't drive home to work from the rush hour
World
It's best to go the bar and a drink pitcher of beer
For the nerves in the rush hour world
All I need is a place to hide
Briefly
From the rush hour world
All the people going to the same places
In the rush hour world
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Author's Note
A poem about rush hour.
Other stories by Damion Hamilton
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So right.