CAR PARK CRAZY
Here I am again sat in this car park.
In a car – Inside a box drawn on the ground.
About me are my fellow doomed car parkers -
Who are more or less rectangularly bound.
It is sweltering – Yet isn’t quite midday yet -
I am feeling not quite sane from all the heat.
“Dear Lord pray for us damned within this car park!”
For we’re half cooked existentialistic meat!
I seem to spend my life inside this car park -
My one desire - A personal garage -
But when I am excluded from this car park -
I display the symptoms of car park mirage.
How did we become a car park nation?
“There isn’t an alternative!” – My eye!
If the price of freedom is eternal car parks -
Then I’m glad I’ve just remembered I can fly!
P.S. See you on the roof!