A Car Nation Poem by Jon Yttri

Your roads are leading to ruin.
Your driving is driving us crazy.
We are so tired of your tires.
Turning our air sooty and hazy.
You say you ought to have an auto
Or you can't even land a chick.
My friend, you must feel as a fella
You cannot be much of a pick.
You tell me your car can take you
To any location I like.
Does it really pay to pay a visit
When every location is alike?
You call your car a magic carpet
That can take you from yonder to here.
The only magic your make can make
Is making your take disappear.
You say your mobile makes you mobile
A key to any door you unlock.
But so many places must you drive to arrive
That it takes one forever to walk.
You may have a right to drive,
But I have a right to go far.
By train, bike, or bus;
So do all of us,
Instead of just by plane or car.