For Hire

Here is a poem which I completed for the purpose of reading it at the Doha tweetup today.

For Hire

So this particular day
I was getting late
No time for breakfast
On a plate

I was in a hurry
All things lied scurry
Stuffed food in my mouth
My head hit the wall,couldn’t shout

Couldn’t sit down and
Nurture the wound
To console myself
I uttered a sound

I got out of my house
Located on E-ring
Got into the car
Didn’t see the steering

Fumbled in my pockets
To find the keys
The only thing that came out
Were salted peas

I realized I was sitting in the backseat
When there were no pedals below my feet
“Right right” , I said to myself
I had to take a taxi to work

All of a sudden I hear a thunder roar
The sound was from a a guy running towards me I was sure
When the yellow car owner gave me a jab
I thought This is Qatar,the car had to be green to be a cab