Impatience

First come
first serve
a plateful
of death
Make haste
ticking clock
horizon
the speed limit
brings age
to speeders
while the tickets
make attempts
to slow them down

Nothing stops
repeated thoughts
of the green word
Go
flipping off
yellow lights
and laughing
at red light
occupants

Take no offense
from the burnt rubber
smiles
they only wish
to die sooner
than the fresh smell
of flowers