gluing their hands to the road

traffic

was backed up across

the city,

for miles,

as the oil protesters

glued

themselves

to the road in front

of us,

wearing their orange

vests

and holding their signs.

but it was

a nice day.

i rolled down the window

and turned up

the radio.

i had my coffee and

daily news.

i was in no rush to get

to the office

anyway.

it's hard going back to

work

after the long holidays.

i pushed the seat

back

and took off my shoes,

then watched the mayhem

ensue.

i fondly

remembered being that young

and stupid.

the brain

cells not quite fully

developed.

ah, sweet youth.