Where Oh Where At My Lair!

So out and about at random times of the day as much comes about at my bay. We have to annoy Drazin and such for that is enjoyed very much. But no matter the time of day there is always lots of traffic on display.

Where the heck do the come from,
As their engine gives a hum?
The normal 9 or 5,
I can guess at my hive.

Even a dog can guess that.
Whoops, was that an insult from the cat?
Anyway, even at 10am say,
There are many cars on display.

Don't you humans work?
You aren't supposed to have such a perk.
Where the heck are you all going?
As each day you are showing.

Where does it come from?
No wonder so many people drink rum.
You drive them right up the wall,
Thinking about this at their hall.

So you aren't at work.
Aren't at school avoiding a jerk.
All hundreds upon hundreds of you,
Don't all need to go get a shot in the gazoo.

So I guess I will have to find,
Why there is always such a traffic grind.
Sale on some type of crop?
Practicing to be a cop?

Wait! You'd have to park at a donut shop to relate.
Practicing driving straight?
Obviously not,
As that pedestrian hates you a lot.

Why do they call it flipping the bird?
That is also just absurd.
Maybe you just drive to confuse all,
Or you need something to do at your hall.

So why not drive around and pollute,
Giving your horn a toot.
Plus waste tons of gas,
Lowering your bank account in mass.

You humans are just confusing,
But ever so amusing.
I guess there is always some place to go,
When skipping work and school at your show.

Any better answers from you? Do you like getting a shot in the gazoo? Is that the big secret all you humans hide? Maybe you just line up side by side. Either way, always many out and about no matter the time of day. Clearly many should not have passed drivers ed class. Another observation from my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.