Traffic farts

Night was when I came upon city’s traffic . The whole of traffic  thought the other was traffic. Nobody knows where the farts originated,where they turned aggregates. Everybody  cursed  others  in aggregate. Traffic is aggregate you can curse under your breath. Traffic curses you from its breath. All curses are in the aggregate but they stink like traffic farts.

Traffic takes your breath away. Traffic is dead sea where everything floats and nothing sinks. Traffic is a sea of steel and paint, a dragon with a butt end of smoke. Traffic does not snort dragon fires from the front but farts dark smoke into your face.


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