LATE ARRIVALS In one of the final years on one of the last days of a life-supporting Earth, Mr. & Mrs. Aggressive Careers drive fast on many highways, rev engines for all they're worth, tight-lipped in grim defiance of legal and traffic delays to seek, promote and conserve their financial independence, even as smog thickens over eyes, nose and throat, press ahead in a trance, too heart-lung sickened to think of another route while they wisely invest their classic ride to the top on Earth treasure bought and sold, then after banking success retire in style to get old, wishing people would slow down, they warn us of rabid excess, "The World is out of control !"

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