squirrels on crack

there are days
when
the traffic is full
of squirrels
on crack.
no one knows what
lane they want
to be in,
running red lights,
tail gating,
swearing
as they swerve
with phone and coffee
in hand.
they need to get
ahead of the next
car, they
need to make that
light before
it turns red,
they need to get
across the tracks
before the cross bars
go down.
it's a chariot
race,
a rat race,
they can smell
the cheese, but they
don't know exactly
where it is.