Traffic Woes

A man in long white car
looks at everyone and say to him,
I am the best of everything.
Smoking Cuban cigar, drinking in bar,
and then go searching for peace in war.

White are paintings, black are the dreams
In empty vessel containing him all,
every moment is lurking a ghoul.
Drinking a remedy through poisoned brim,
And then go play with the foreign teams

He comes back home late at night,
holds his beautiful wife and say,
“You are the reason that I can stay,
brighter than sun you are a light
that wakes me up to stand up and fight.