Walk

either
compulsively chicken-pecking
to summon the signal
or
glassy-eyed vacant
too stupid to press
the large yellow target
even once

either
displaying irrationality
in their belief
they know how to cross
the street better than others
or
irritatingly marching against
the orders of the red hand
on a shortened green light
totally fucking over drivers
turning left

both types
in case you need to be told
tend to really piss me off

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