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Automotive experts clearly agree
Driverless cars are the thing for you and me

How did they arrive at this brilliant conclusion?
Perhaps by illusion or via delusion
Perhaps by a bit of Malthusian confusion
  --All I know is it leaves me in deep disillusion

Yo, Honda Corp, Mr. Yamada, did you ask me about it?
Yo, Nissan Corp, Mr. Saikawa, do you think that I tout it?
Yo, Toyota Corp, Mr. Toyoda, can't we live without it?
Yo, Subaru Corp, Mr. Nakamura, why don't you doubt it?

The 'cool corporations' want driverless tech
Not one of them is willing to stick out his neck
Yelling like heck:
  "I want my independence
   I want my freedom
   Whatever sights can be seen
   I want to see'm!"--
Not sit in the backseat fiddling with a device
While the bot in the driver's seat ignores his advice

America's highways and byways, her mountains and valleys
Lo, her fields and her meadows, her side streets and alleys
Were meant to be driven, meant to be seen
  --Not merely imaged on a tiny phone screen 

"See the USA in your Chevrolet
America's the greatest land of all"           (Dinah Shore, TV ad, 1950's-60's)
Keep humans in the driver's seat
Spring, Summer and Fall
  --Don't slow this country's love affair with the auto to a crawl. 

So, all you pundits of prescience, prediction, precision
You fearless-faced forecasters of science-less fiction
Before you commit me and my friends
To a future none of us desires
  ~ Think twice: Cars may just lose all their buyers

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