A curse

Dark was that day when Diesel

conceived his grim engine that

begot you, vile invention,

more vicious, more criminal

than the camera even,

metallic monstrosity,

bale and bane of out Culture,

chief woe of our Commonweal.

How dare the Law prohibit

hashish and heroin yet

licence your use, who inflate

all weak inferior egos?

Their addicts only do harm

to their own lives: your poison

the lungs of the innocent,

your din dithers the peaceful,

and on choked roads hundreds must

daily die by chance-medley.

Nimble technicians, surely

you should hang your heads in shame.

Your wit works mighty wonders,

has landed men on the Moon,

replaced brains by computers,

and can smithy a "smart" bomb.

It is crying scandal

that you cannot take the time

or be bothered to build us,

what sanity knows we need,

an odorless and noiseless

staid little electric brougham.