Parking Autocracy

It is a job that carries no sympathy And makes both parties unhappy Hated and berated Reviled and stigmatized All for following the rules Inherent in a system That to some has no sense of fair play Procedures can’t be lynched So the uniform gets all the stick The in his your face irate driver Vents his fury to a man Who is neither judge nor jury A ticket has to some become a rod That beats a saintly back A red flag to one who sometimes abides by the rules A legally parked car on occasion attracts no fines In a world where bureaucrats are not corrupt And where the economics of supply and demand Does not come into play A fine is another tax The victims almost always say In some instances this is the Only tax they pay Congestion and pollution Are the evils of a glut of cars It might be time to rethink How we get from A to B The car might not always be the best way No simple solution exist That will please all who wish to protest The love of cars is here to stay Despite the shortage of a parking bay