The Adventures of Mexican Driving

One morning, while still in Acapulco, I woke up at about 7am. I was a little annoyed because I actually had the chance of sleeping in that morning but, oh well. I later found out from my uncle that there had been a slight earthquake at about that time and that could have been the cause of my waking but I never felt anything. So here I was, awake and with nothing to do yet. My brain must have been in a extra creative mode because I picked up the pen and pad of paper on the table next to me and wrote this poem. I don't write poetry by the way. I've written probably 2 or 3 other poems in my life so this was pretty spontaneous.

Driving in Mexico

Those drivers in Mexico,

They make me crazy-o.

Some of the things they do,

Would make you crazy too.

Stop signs are optional.

Speed limits, no point at all.

Cutting me off is a daily event,

While trying not to crash into a vendors tent.

Buses blocking the road,

Trucks carrying over-sized loads.

The traffic is nuts,

And I go bumping through all the ruts.

A drive that should take me 20 minutes, easy,

Will take me an hour, IF I'm lucky.

Speed bumps are everywhere,

While potholes fly me through the air

Oh, how I want to go home!

Not stuck on this street where a million merchandisers roam.

Some people honk for the fun of it,

But me? I'm quite done with it.

By the way, who would be going through a gas station at 10km an hour?

One more random thing that has nothing to do with driving. Have you ever seen prepackaged toast in a vending machine? Neither had I.