Road To Ruin Poem by richard taschner

Who will be first away from the lights
in the grand prix getaway bragging rights
no one it seems as gridlock intervenes
Cacooned in the womb of your metal box gloom
the end is nigh no more vroom vroom
So how did things get so out of control
a car for mum dad mary and joel
Satellite navigation cruise control
gadgets taking over the human role
Soon they`ll be able to drive themselves
powered by male and female braincells
Can`t get out of your comfort zone
cd radio it`s a home from home
But alternative transportation
for the tin can generation
won`t make them all break out
into spontanious standing ovation
Trams busses full to the brim
standing room only i think i`ll stay in
Ipods blaring out another talent free
is this the future of travel for me
Time to get the bike out of the shed instead
for soon the metal boxes epitaph will be read.