Knight Templar of the
open road
Whose temples seem
quite grey
On a journey to a town
You knew quite well one
day
Doing your best for
climate change
In a car with
consumption low
Hemmed in and pestered
by fast Jag’s
With BMW ‘s in tow
.
Gone the open roads of
youth
Where courtesy was
demanded
Now other cars cut you
up
In methods under handed
As you sit and reflect
The other road user’s
flaw
Just one more
thoughtless act
You swear it will mean
war
.
The traffic lights stay
on red
The car behind horn
sounds
Every where that you
look
Stupidity abounds
The zebra crossing up
ahead
Pedestrian oblivious
stroll
How many times you
contemplate
Increasing the death
toll
.
You try to turn to the
right
A road you know so well
Planners made it a one
way street
On instructions from
hell
The next turning is
blocked
Diversions signs in
place
On your lap an A to Z
There just in case
.
You drive around for an
hour
You’re sweating like
a pig
At last there seems a
way ahead
When the labourers
start to dig
Diversions of
diversions
Your destination they
seem to hide
As you head for out of
town
And resort to park and
ride
.
Gone is the patient
plan
For timely courteous
stop
Some placid humble
gentle folk
Are for the bloody chop
Malevolent eyes and
furrowed brow
Streaming incandescent
wrath
Servile “Have a nice
day “
Puts you firmly on the
war path
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