Jekyll And Hyde - Poem by Bernard Franklin
For changes in human behaviour
I think that the biggest by far,
is the obsession and pride that we all have
in the wonderful motor car.
We treat it with such a reverence
like an icon that’s sent from the Gods,
but it can turn the most mild mannered people
into miserable and stroppy old sods!
For a strange thing will soon start to happen
when we strap in behind the wheel,
as our sense of fair play and our honour
our car from us then starts to steal.
For as our eyes turn white and roll over
and we gradually turn into a shark,
there’s road rage flowing in our bloodstream
so at pedestrians we curse and we bark.
We drive just six inches from the bumper
of the car that’s ahead and in front,
but at well over eighty miles an hour
there’s an inevitable rear end shunt! .
As we leap out of the car that we’re driving
in a callous and murderous rage,
on the poor driver in front we vent our wrath
a world war we begin to wage.
As we bash on the sides of his windows
and kick at his wings and his door,
we’d like to take out this driver forever
by breaking his nose and his jaw!
After venting our frustration and anger
Jekyll slowly turns back out of Hyde,
so we can continue our journey now happy
in a calm and relaxing ride.
The most docile of people when driving
soon become monsters from deep within,
for the car is nothing more it seems
than a tin can made for sin! .
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