Regulatory Systems
Forget Wall Street–let's fix Main Street!
Behind the wheel of your car, upbeat
And cheery, you motor through the city
Driving safely and humming a ditty,
A threat to no one anywhere–
And yet you're forced both here and there
To stop! Again and again your path
Is blocked, inciting righteous wrath.
What for? The other drivers, as keen
As you to keep the Main Street scene
Accident-free, avoiding crashes
That could result in dents and ashes,
Aren't dangers to nor you to them.
Self-interest always prevents mayhem!
So why in the world do urbanites
Have any need for traffic lights?