An internal dialogue11.12.2020 poetry
i frown on your big german car
with its teutonic logos, the best ones by far
bristling with tech both clever and cunning
parked by the school with its engine still running ...
hold up! you frown all you like
but you went into town in your car not your bike
an unfashionable marque but still uses fuel
you holier than thou hypocritical fool ...