Driving Home on the Labor Day Weekend

Well, you know, the light is red and I am moved to wonder--is any of it real?

Or is it just part of the fabric of fabricated fabrication, because, you see,

This road we were on half an hour ago, was stuffed full of traffic, stem to gudgeon, as you practiced your driving

Very ably, I might add, but now, late afternoon still, it's just me on the road

Me and some guy in a chicken delivery truck

So what's up?

If they were working why were they driving, and where are they now?

And why was the grocery store empty just now? What sup?

My quiz said that 7 billion hot dogs will be supped upon or otherwise eaten this Labor Day weekend in the U.S. alone

And neither of us is eating any and the grocery store was empty, so

What's up?

Well there's no work being done, that's clear

Work to be done, yes, but no working happening, no labor so

Why is there a Labor Day?

UK has a Labor party but no Labor Day Party. Why not?

Maybe there is a hot-dog devouring planet somewhere

At the other end of the Milky Way, hmmn those chocolate bars were good...

And what about root beer? How much of that?

In school we had hot dog day

Why don't we just call it hot dog weekend and leave it at that?

Why this workless work illusion?

I'm just saying

And where's the traffic anyway?

I shoulda bought ice cream

I was afraid it would melt

With the all the traffic

Is there really any ice cream?

Now that'd be a darn shame

If there weren't

So many flavors I haven't tasted

Chocolate and vanilla would do you

And why is that?

When I have cravings as broad as the Milky Way

And by the way what happened to those Milky Way bars

And Three Musketeer bars?

Did they ever exist?

I mean, we know the Three Musketeers existed, all for one and one for all, but

What about those great chocolate bars?

And why do I guzzle Gezpacho and it frightens you?

If there are no more field pickers will there be Gezpacho?

I mean not just after Labor Day, but ever? It's a scary thought

No Gezpacho

I could write a Noh' drama, I think,

Call it Noh' Gezpacho

But

Back to my main point, how do

They get the caramel in the Caramilk bar

I should know by now don't you think?

My flavor receptors go for a wild ride

Speaking of which, how many roller coaster rides on Labor Day weekend? I want to know,

Because Space Mountain made me realize I want to live

So I am glad there is no traffic

And I will make it safely

To

My hotdogless apartment

In plenty of time, allowing for the distinct possibility that time is illusory

Still, I will make it in time

for

Labor Day

Why's he honking? Oh, the light turned green