Traffic Jam

I just wrote this. None of what I've written lately (outside of the first line or so) has come out as anything more than a stream of consciousness. I don't know, maybe I'm trying too hard to do otherwise and what I churn out is my mind's way to spite me. Regardless, here it is.

Traffic jam in my head
But it's got the green light.
There's always that one guy--
Don't know how he got to the front of the line--
Where, to him, waiting is going.

He's holding everyone up
The rest are getting constrained,
And now engines are blowing.
Piston's pumped, skewed to the left; bearings everywhere
Drivers still sitting calm.

But soon they'll have to get out and walk,
Or they'll be stuck there forever
My merit always skips; I blame the ignition
It was stupid to buy on a payment plan
Each time thought climbs in I'm charged a grand

That's right, a contracted commission
Each time, a belligerent plan out the window
One less soldier, but what good's an arrow without a bow?
This traffic's getting out of hand
Time to take to guerilla, to go defend, defeat day's trend and move to the end

So, until then.