Parasite

A parasite is hidden
Beneath our noses
Between the lawns
And the beds of roses
Up our high streets
And down our lanes
Infecting us all
Taking over our brains
It has infiltrated
Our daily lives
Our husbands have it
So do our wives
Children expect it
When they come of age
People pay to have it
Handing over their wage
Yet it chokes our lungs
Cripples our legs
Blasts our ears
So it really begs
The question - How?
Did it get this far
Being slaves in thrall
To the motor car