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FRUSTRATION
STREET
I have the misfortune of living on one of the most
busyest roads in north London. The road is wide,
long and straight but it is full of belching
traffic. Police sirens wail, buses hiss as they
put on their brakes. Lorrys rumble like wild rhino.
Every machine jostles for pole position at the
traffic lights. The air is full of
noise.
But
dispite this I do not mind it so much. What realy
makes me mad is not the cars and lorrys but the
people. Hundreds and thousands of them all clogging
up the pavement. They should all take a podestrian
driving test. For most walk like
zombies.
When I
want to get from A to B I want to get there on
time. But these scum slow me down. Let me tell you
of the waste of life that lerks in this congested
jungle.
Mothers
with their push chairs. Old ladys with their
shopping trollys. People who look the other way
from the direction they are going. Gangs of school
girls who shufle along screeching Spice Girl songs.
Children on bycles weaving in and out on the
pavement. Old men with walking sticks.
Lets take
them first. The walking stick man. He is old. He
knows he is comming to the end of his life. So he
doesn't care. With shrinking spine and wobbley legs
he zig zags across the pavement. Then for no reason
and without warning he stops dead in the middle of
the pavement causing pile ups. If you are in front
of him he will swing his stick right up your arse
causing anal haemorrhaging.
Then there
is the mother with her push chair and fat baby or
babies. When she gave birth not only did her brat
offfspring pop out but her brains too. She aims her
leathal push chair at you.You have two choices.
Either to have your ankles and shins scuffed or to
jump off the curb and be splatterd by an on comming
lorry. Either way she does'nt care. She has no
manners or graces. All she cares about is her and
her sibling. She bulldozes her way through people
like a tank on heat without even an "excuse me
please".
What would
I like to see done with this bagage of people? I
would like to see instantanious hart attacks all
round. Then the garbage men could come and scrap up
the carcasses then the street where I live would be
a pleasant placw to walk.
SEXTON
MING
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