Can't You Stay Home Until Self-Driving Cars Arrive?You, there, somebody's grandpa, couldn't you
Try to drive the posted speed? Couldn't you
Go when the light turns green, and know
In advance where you'd like to be going?
Must you be so incredibly cautious?
The tables are accurate: everyone's old,
And, though I am no youngster, I can't
Bear the slowness imposed by these others
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-11-18 at 19:08
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