I stand in the middle of the crosswalk
In the middle of the lane
Square in front of you
In a bright blue Aerostich suit
Walking across the crosswalk
You really do look like you're going to stop
But you have a befuddled look on your face
As you're braking your Green Dodge Caravan
Perhaps unable to comprehend why there’s a bright blue person
Standing directly in front of you
In a crosswalk
With your neatly groomed coif and tasteful attire
You could be Michelle's sister
But I don't think she'd ever don
That look on your face
Nor choose crime like you
Who swerve close left around me
And roar off after your light
Your illegal maneuver complete
at least this time without making you explicitly
the cold blooded murderer at heart you are.
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