An Ode To Dodgy Mechanics Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Oh Dodgy Mechanic.
In a minute so manic, I darkened your forecourt.
Cost you pennies and I'll fix it quick.
Got my motor back, its feeling worse.
If my car was human, it would really sick.
Crossed your greasy palm, with my hard earned cash.
Repair done so quickly, so slap dash.
Covered up repair job, excuses so bad.

My car won't go and it won't brake either.
I'd have to burn your garage down or hang you from the rafters.
What goes around, will come back
Hope some equipment fails, i hope its a jack.
Pinning you under someone else's pride and joy.
May your fingers hurt and conscious develope.
Do a good job instead of taking the mick.
Teach you dirty tricks, in back street mechanic school.
Poor customers on a shoe string,
tricked by a oil soaked charlatan of ill repute.

I Siddiqi 20.04.09