Have you seen

the bus that's empty?

Driving by the cycle track.

The cycle track

with no-one on it.

Going nowhere,

no-one going.

Just a waste

of thick, white paint.

See the station,

costing millions.

Many miles

of metal track.

Rocking gently

in the carriage,

free pass riders

nod grey heads.

They have no reason

for their journey,

but why stay home

and spend on fuel.

Look upon

the tramlines winding,

through the

city centre roads.

See, here comes

the sleek tram snaking

through the milling

shop bound crowds.

A few smug souls

are disembarking.

Clutching transport

plans in hand.

They've jobs for life

and first class pensions.

Planning travel

for us all.

They are green,

and clean of conscience.

Hair shirts

underneath their suits.

These bureaucrats

will integrate us

in a non-

polluting way.

Have you seen them

save the planet?

With empty buses

belching smoke.

See the costly

train now tracking,

full of free ride

passengers.

A multi-million

tramway triumph.

Jams the city

to a halt.

Integration is

complete now.

None can move

and no-one pays.

That car polluter

sold his vehicle.

Taxed until

he couldn't cope.

He left his job

in deep depression.

All business died,

devoid of hope.