The Scrapyard of Life

 

AN ANTI-CAR CULTURE POEM

https://www.andyfisher.ca/

 

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