The End Of The Oil Age

When the bicycle is king
And we rely for everything
On the horses in the yard
When we have to work the soil
For the food and not the oil
And life seems rather hard
Make time to commit crime
Take time to commit crime
Walking to commit crime
Make time to visit your mother
Take time to assassinate your lover
Take time to commit crime
It was easy for a while
How we rode around in style
But we knew it couldn't last
Now passed by mother pushing pram
Laughing pointing at the man
Going nowhere pretty fast
Make time to commit crime
Take time to commit crime
Walking to commit crime
Bring the bike out of the shed
And with nothing on your head
And one hand on the bar
Treadle softly to the shore
In your sandalls and your shorts
Or just panties and a bra
Walking to commit crime
Take time to commit crime
Make time to commit crime
Take time to commit crime
Make time to commit crime
Walking to commit crime....

[@vegbloke]

motorists were much more polite to pedestrians, it was lovely..

[@vegbloke]

I wrote this about the fuel tanker driver's strike.

[@vegbloke]

Where have all the comments gone?