The Un-Traffic Jam

The Un-traffic Jam
By Larry Linville

That unfriendly, nagging, alarm clock went off
to remind me to go to the work I scoff.
Grumbling was the only way I could say
“I’m so tired of this drudgery every day.”
Going through the motions of acting alert
as I put on yesterday’s sweat soaked shirt.
I combed my teeth and brushed my hair
And cut myself shaving which caused me to swear.
I cannot remember just what I ate
no time for the shower – it’ll just have to wait.
As I drove down the street I felt deep dismay
Where are all the cars we have every day?
Was my clock wrong? Did it go off too soon?
Was it six in the morning or six after noon?
But where is that rush hour traffic so vain
which causes me tension and makes me insane?
Perhaps the “fundies” have always been right
and the rapture occurred sometime last night.
Those crazy commuters who make my life hell
have gone of to heaven and wished me farewell.
What must I do? Is it too late to pray?
To admit I was wrong is too hard to say.
Just a minute…the church lot is jammed.
That means, thank God, I’m really not damned.
Now I know why the traffic was so thin
People were at church confessing their sin.
It’s Sunday and I am not left in the lurch
Although I am sorry – I have just missed church.

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