Highway Robbers

Poem

27 December 20

Driving over the Edge.What's there to like?
Roundabouts and one way systems,
speed restrictions potholes road taxes
and merry-go-rounds,traffic jams
One way streets and beeps
Road rage,smell of petroleum gasoline
so driving I never do bums on seats
with rubbish on it.

What can we do about them
So they are no more instead,
Six years of this lock up so far
And no time limit
Because there’s no cure without illness
Already it’s time to go home
May we get rid of these parasites driving

There we go, straight and narrow
On their dark road to nowhere
Pulled us from our road of paradise.
We go were we’re not exploited
we’re were ‘allowed’ to be in control
of our own wheel of time,destiny.
Which the traffic lights red to stop us
there is danger there
where you are in the
Godforsaken hospital for no reason
Even the orange lady at the post office
Took her turn.asked us to return.

Still we return to the turbo charged trail.
Stop the chargers, highway robbers,
no more pot holes roads
so no more vehicles to steal
not for the rascist police to stop,
search and incarcerate, I reiterate;
for no reason for their medic mates
To gloat over the pain they cause
and over their bank balance