You might think you know the theological work I'm working with, but I think I'll give it a different twist. Don't take me too seriously.

each weekday morning they appear
with lines of headlights in their mirror
long lines of lights in front and back
driven by those fresh from the sack
caffeine hasn’t taken effect
as they look at cars that were wrecked
traffic crawling at a snail’s pace
drives shouting with a red face
if these lines keep on increasing
and old drivers quit decreasing
when I came back from vacation
we will be an in car nation.