Charlie the Crip (Part the Second)


When I was a kid there were no mobility scooters

What happy times they were

If you could afford a wheelchair all well and good

You just fitted in with the everyday muddle of life


These scooters are not just driven by older people

But those so fat that they hang over the sides

Gross gross so fucking gross

You are not big boned or have a medical condition

But just greedy disgusting cunts

You see these small tanks on busy roads

Inhibiting the flow of traffic to danger points

Where are the fucking laws

What fucking laws

Like cyclists they think they own the pavements

And become abusive if you highlight

What selfish bastards they really are

It makes me really ashamed to be a crip