(This poem stems from me getting yelled at about not having ‘Car Logistics’.  Upon asking what that means, my tormentor decided to throw up his hands and say I’m impatient.  To this day, I still have no idea what this means.)

I am yelling and screaming

Because you did not listen

Though I did not give an order

You should simply know

Without me ever hinting

You lack car logistics

A term I am sure you heard

When I go this way

You stay that way

Stop worrying about that car

This is how you shuffle cars

Do not go around the block

Just continue driving backwards

On block with many children

Who can dart out at any minute

You are too impatient

Car logistics are beyond your grasp

My signals were so clear

I do not care that I was not in view

You can still understand me

Now you’ve done it

A yelling you will get

Because you drove around the block

Instead of staying put

And blocking the whole road