Wheeler Dealers

scrap car


found a car and fuelled it

on philosophy

ran for miles, at first, that little beaut

but something went, its big end,

so unfortunately

traded in and no one guessed or knew it

a motor vehicle furnished with a wee box

for putting pennies in

to make it go

fed it full but, bugger, don’t you know it

it guzzled

charity, the needy, had to go

got another, this one was a belter,

no one knew the places it would see

all taxed and filled and raring for the open

a limousine built especially you see

fail safe gears and brakes

all paid for by some people

serfs, they were, or some such

it’s so fine

runs like clockwork

wind them

make it happen

philanthropy abused

for them and thine


needing new suppliers

for their buzzfeed



are pissed

taken to the breakers

to the cleaners

time for the knackers’ yard

where wheeler dealers

won’t be missed

3 thoughts on “Wheeler Dealers”

  1. There are some great wee gems in this poem like…ran on Philosophy, Philanthropy abused, where wheeler dealers won’t be missed…lots of emotion and feeling and I love the mechanical analogies to describe society and it’s tangled workings etc etc etc. A refreshing outlook!

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    1. Thank you. 🙂 I’ve just been on yours commenting on your gorgeous reflection while you must have been here. That’s twice today that’s happened. I love how weird and wonderful that is. Thank you once again for reading and your lovely comment.x

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