I like
to imagine myself
as the lion of the road,
prowling
the streets
for prey.
In the pecking order,
taxi drivers
rank pretty
highly;
pedestrians
are like chickens,
cyclists
are the monkeys
and buses
are wildebeests,
grinding along
in packs.
From What I’m really thinking: the taxi driver, Guardian Weekend, 16 November 2013. Submitted by Ailsa Holland.
Verbatim Poetry 