Forward Collision Poem by Paul Reed

I don’t have to use my eyes anymore
I don’t have to make a decision
I’ve got a warning alarm in the car
That says there’ll be a “forward collision”;

I don’t have to use my mind anymore
To work out my orientation
I’ve got a SatNav in the car
Guiding me to my destination;

I don’t have to use my positional skills anymore
To manoeuvre or judge or feel
I’ve got automatic parking in my car
That turns the steering wheel;

I don’t have to press pedals or change gear anymore
I can just stare blankly at the console
My car moves at exactly sixty miles an hour
Using it’s cruise control;

Maybe I can avoid travelling altogether
To go to places I would dread
I’ll press my remote keyless ignition
And just send the car instead.