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