Hobart's traffic: A commuter's ode

On Brooker Highway, the cars crawl on,
A state-run stretch where speed has gone.
Its lanes, though broad, are filled with woes,
Congestion rises, traffic slows.
State hands steer it, yet blame’s deflected,
Its failures remain, but critique’s neglected.

Then Campbell Street, the scapegoat framed,
By locals loud, unfairly blamed.
Though bike lanes stretch, it holds its pace,
The quickest path in a crowded space.
Still congested, yet Google swears,
It’s the fastest route amidst urban snares.

Elizabeth there, the better fit,
A bustling street, for bikes to sit.
But curb-side parking, the pressing need,
And local business halt the speed.
So Campbell’s compromise took the stage,
While drivers still vent their rage.

And Murray Street, where walkers reign,
Scramble crossings spark drivers’ disdain.
A steady path on the local list.
Limited change, its charm persists,
No bikes to share, no shifts severe,
A trusted route that drivers hold dear.

Barrack Street, they say, is priority,
A route for cars called the BBB,
The lights favour those who drive it down,
Yet drivers mutter, complaints abound.
Suspicion lurks, they cling to old,
Reluctant to change, their habits bold.

No matter what,
On social feeds, the keyboard wars,
Ranting 'til the congestion soars.
They’ll never rest, the voices keen,
Until no traffic jams are seen.

Five routes entwined, their tales unroll,
State-run Brooker's blunders take no toll.
While Murray and Campbell, designed with care,
Shoulder the blame that’s just not fair.
In Hobart's web, design’s the deal,
Where purpose and politics spin the wheel.