Paasdrukte: files bij de grens / Easter holidays: traffic jam
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Sitting so mad in the next traffic jam,
You might hear The Fates to you whisper "Wham!"
Yes, modern life's dropped by to say hi,
And snatch that big ripe pie from your sky.
'Cause it don't matter if your car is a Jag,
Ferrari, Porsche, or Dodge top-rag.
You're stuck in the same lane inches away,
From skins and rappers and lovers-for-pay.
And who's your savior, who is your daddy?
But yonder three lights: God's little caddy.
For like it or not, on the state you depend.
And on fellow drivers not you to upend.