Don’t park your Mercs and your Jags in our street.
We know you can afford to live
further out on your consultant’s wages
in quiet cul-de-sacs away from traffic.
Don’t steal the space beneath our windows
and fart your foul fumes where we must breathe them
or slam the doors like dogs who pee on lamp-posts.
Mine! Too mean to pay for car-parks
too selfish not to grab whatever’s free
too arrogant to care whose view you spoil.
One day you left your patient on the table
and drove back home because you couldn’t squat
far too thoughtless to have called a taxi
too squeamish to have travelled on the bus.
First published in Reach
A surgeon at the University Hospital of Wales in Cardiff once cancelled an operation because he couldn’t find a parking space.