YELLOW STRUGGLES

There is a little place

Staring at a sprawling coast

Where yellow vehicles hold sway

And chaos is the order of the day

You visit and stay

For a little while

And then much longer

Like the speed of light, your sanity takes a hit

With every passing day, it shows no sign of retreating

So you take a break and opt for tricycles

Still, it looks no different

From your stint with buses

Now, you know

That everything painted in yellow

Is ready to make your brain hollow

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