From Long Beach up to Lancaster
No creature that’s alive
Knows not the dire disaster
That awaits the 405.
This weekend, in Los Ahn-ga-lees
A vital freeway closes
And brings the region to its knees
With gridlock, one supposes.
The thought of driving where you like
Will seem absurd and risible.
So Angelinos, ride a bike
Even if it’s just invisible.