Rage's name is No Right On Red, Two lights, a red arrow and a red-circled (and slashed) white arrow. Get the picture? Apparently not. I'll cross the street Leading a dog Who is leading me And you're going to go anyway And I'm going to be unhappy And my displeasure will be a mitten And I'll point at the arrows. Is it less confusing now? No, we are both rattled, wracked, boiled in cortisol. An enforcement failure or an emotional fright train, Scared out of the station Abandoned by reason and indifference To the posture: take my direction, damn you! Do not go when the law says stop, Hear my shout! I'll be thinking about our transgression For the rest of this walk.