Park Bench Tales and other writings

Thoughts and writings reflecting the poet within and the activist


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Auto-hallucination

Auto-hallucination

Step on the gas

Burn up the road

We’re climate deniers

Getting our octane thrill

Traveling down that high speed highway

To meet our chosen fate

Baby We’re on the road to extinction

Yeah On the road to extinction

We’re daredevil petrol heads so hold on tight

Pumping those shining pistons day and night

Driving through the red lights on the way to hell

Praying to the god who drilled the oil well

Step on the gas

Burn up the road

We’re climate deniers

Getting our octane thrill

Traveling down that high speed highway

To meet our chosen fate

Baby We’re on the road to extinction

Yeah On the road to extinction

Now we’re going down the lemming highway

Full throttle babe we’re doing this my way

We’ve a date with Lucifer we can’t stop now

On our way to that oil heaven we took the vow

Step on the gas

Burn up the road

We’re climate deniers

Getting our octane thrill

Traveling down that high speed highway

To meet our chosen fate

Baby We’re on the road to extinction

Yeah On the road to extinction

Honey come make our date on the Interstate

We’re running out of time so don’t be late

You can smell the rubber as we accelerate

We need the octane fix to medicate

Step on the gas

Burn up the road

We’re climate deniers

Getting our octane thrill

Traveling down that high speed highway

To meet our chosen fate

Baby We’re on the road to extinction

Yeah On the road to extinction

Where there’s congestion we’ll laying the asphalt

We call it progress Greens call it an assault

There’s a rabbit in the headlamps he’s waving a red flag

Just put the pedal to the metal honey we’ll hit the drag

Step on the gas

Burn up the road

We’re climate deniers

Getting our octane thrill

Traveling down that high speed highway

To meet our chosen fate

Baby We’re on the road to extinction

Yeah On the road to extinction

And it’s too late to hesitate

Copyright: David Hopcroft August 2023


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24 The Car Park

24 The Car Park

Their blue car pulled into a corner then both glanced around

Before a little cuddling betrayed their intention

Thank goodness for the glass to shield the sound

Though absence of tinted glass might invite intervention

Cuddling swiftly proceeded to more adventurous play

Then the windows misted up from their steamy actions

The bouncing vehicle encouraging naughty imagination

Leaving me to look around for other distractions

Another couple in a car perhaps having a debate

Too much finger pointing to even notice me

About why when he picked her up he was always late

The kids sat in the back screaming for their tea

Another shouting down a phone perhaps in excitement

A young man in a white van seems totally asleep

I sit here waiting for you as they provide amusement

The the blue car moves off their liaison presumably complete

Copyright: David Hopcroft January 2023