AN ANTI-CAR CULTURE POEM
You and your car are driving me mad
20mph is too high
If I had my way I'd make you crawl along like a snail
The particulates in your exhaust emmissions are the nails in the coffin of a pedestrian's lungs
If I ran the Department of Transport I'd make everyone carry a bike on a roof rack
and when I pulled you over dressed as a cop
I'd force you to struggle to your destination and I'd take a sledgehammer to your car
and with an iron bar I'd scratch 'CLIMATE CHANGE' into your door.
You haven't got a clue because you're an unconscious bastard queuing for your MACCY D's
in the DRIVE THRU
You're shit, eating shit, sitting in shit
You're driving us all to our deaths
How many automobiles do you think there are in the world?
Bring back the Trabant driven by smoking beagles wearing Nazi uniforms
Bring back the Model T Ford and its crank handle
Shall we start over again?
Have an automobile amnesty
Hand your car in, in return for your legs?
Only blue badgers allowed to wreak havoc
I keep looking on Autotrader like an auto addict, a jalopy junky
Maybe just one more
The next car could be the answer to my dreams
I awake in a cold sweat
I am stuck in the car in the scrapyard of life
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