Best Visionarycar Poems
If pigs could fly it wouldn’t be good
You’d have to go out with a brolly
Wear Wellington boots and waterproof suits
Life wouldn’t be happy or jolly
There’d be danger around every corner
You’d think in your car you’d be safe
But unless you’re under some cover
Either you or your car they will strafe
The Towns would be dirty and smelly
And slippery in the extreme
We’d have to employ a small army
In an effort to keep the streets clean
Now don’t you get all of a fluster
For the scientists haven’t yet found
The means of piggy propulsion
Or getting the beasts off the ground
If one day this nightmare should happen
It won’t come as any surprise
If they manage to get piggies airborne
Then the price of bacon will rise
© John W Fenn 17-01-2009
I think the car companies have done pretty good.
By making cars with something better under the hood.
Just try to imagine what they drove back in nineteen twenty.
I’ll bet you wouldn’t be seen in that today for love nor money.
In our cars we can travel from coast to coast;
without praying to the father, the son, and the holy ghost.
You know saving our planet shouldn’t be just a one way street
Why don’t we all pipe down, and get off our lazy little seat
Or we could all just preach to the choir like Jimmy Fallon.
Still waiting for the days of one hundred miles to the gallon.
I say put your money where your mouth is;
turn it around on them, and don’t give them the bizz.
If you’re at home go and sit outside.
When where you’re going is close; walk it don’t ride.
Think of all the money you’ll get to save and feel healthier too.
When we play our part the planet will keep its riches, and the Earth will thank you.
Yeah, who wouldn’t like a car that got three times the gas mileage, and didn’t pollute.
Instead of complaining about the way things are; lets all show we really give a hoot.
My entry in Robb A. Kopp's contest
"Eco-friendly Vehicles"
You don't see what I see.
You don't feel what I feel.
The truth is quite evident,
It's not concealed. The
Burdens you have are
Not light. Your own battles
You're trying to fight. You
Will be brutalized until you
Won't make a sound all
Because you refused to
Leave town and you continue
To clown around. On your
Menu, there is a three course
Meal, first of lies, of profane
Speech then you getting beat
Into a shameful defeat all
Because you refused to
Answer the call. Tonight
You'll go down for the ultimate
Fall. Like" Humpty Dumpty
Sat on the wall, Humpty
Dumpty had a great fall
All the king's horses and
All the king's men couldn't
Put Humpty back together
Again. It will be Rotten Rodney
Stood on the block,Rotten
Rodney ran his mouth
Nonstop, Rotten Rodney
Saw a gun cocked, and
Then his jaws locked,
But it was too late to stop,
Rotten Rodney got thrown
In a luxury car headed
To South BR, with mouth
Taped and arms roped
Together. The change
In weather begins:
It goes to raining cats
And dogs from sprinkling.
They throw you out
Of the car in a secluded
Area and start beating
You like a thug beats
Pussy until you scream
Louder than a multi-
Orgasmic ho and twitch
Around on the natures
Moist muddy floor, and you
Beg for them not the beat
You no more unlike the ho.
Rotten Rodney rolls down,
A steep hill as boulders,
Bang his head and he's,
Literally dead. The gang
Of about ten dudes don't
Feel that it is enough
Bruises or blues for the
Wannabe OG so they
Begin taking turns
Stomping him, blowing
The scent of pine on
His wounds, pouring
Liquor on him, pissing,
And pooing on him.
Firing a gun near his
Legs so a series of
Bullets ring through
So he won't be able
To move and groove
Back in the duffy city
Of BR. They load him
In the trunk of the
Luxury car to dump
Him in a ditch near
Gardere another
Rough part of town
That is how you
Rotten Rodney
Tonight go down.
12-29-10