There are a lot of human buffaloes on the roads
For whom honking away doesn't matter
Amongst and between the vehicles these buffalo hordes;
Travel without any fear or fervour.
The fun begins when these buffaloes sit at the controls
Of the automated vehicles that populate the roads
As they ride roughshod over men and potholes
Whom they squash under them like slippery toads
No rules or signals do they understand or care for
Neither right nor wrong do they believe in
All is fair for them on the road; as it is in love and war
To them observing road rules is a big sin.
For indeed they are human buffaloes
and it is their behaviour that everybody follows...
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