Everyone's Mood Is .. Me .. Me .. Me

category five .. a deadly hurricane draws near
standing on an extended pier
a lady friend and I kiss madly
rare strength .. gulf winds 
blows our hair horizontally
we've not a care .. we live impulsively

congestion the norm .. traffic jams
people angry .. people dying on the run
mass hysteria .. people temporarily insane
never enough supplies to get all to safety

organized drills are a hopeless dream
they only work when they're practiced
unsuccessful when needed

trapped at traffic signals
in front of me .. people are scared to drive
I floor it and rush around
berserk people are everywhere
contorted faces glued to windows
an unwelcome rush to my mind

just ahead .. one major retailer is open
about to close .. my purchases made
heading out .. into the strange rain
I stop to help female employees
board up the last window
then see them to their cars

hightailing it north I opened two cold beers
Szzay and I
passed through New Iberia and Breaux Bridge
leaving south Louisiana behind
in the middle of the storm .. during the melee
we pulled over for a quickie
everyone's mood is .. me .. me .. me

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