Pylimitics

When I see a good friend
on the street (other side)
I know enough not to
run there to say hi.

In between are those things
that are loud, fast, and smelly
and dangerous, too;
they could turn me to jelly.

I’ve ridden inside them myself
so I know
that they’re not really real;
they can just stop and go.

The humans believe
that they need ’em, I guess,
I don’t think they are worth it;
they leave a huge mess.

-Chocolate