Psycholycar 2001 (vintage 1977)

Wind blew through the holes in the framework
What had it been?
An old roundabout left by the fair?
An unfinished church?

One said it had been a vehicle,
We saw no wheels and the structure,
Too shaky to move,
An engineerís night mare?
Something the Wright brothers left?

Bits of punched tape, macabre decorations,
Flapped from the frame,
A loose strut slapped in the wind.

Perhaps it was never finished,
We didnít care, it didnít work now,
It lay in a scrap-yard
Surrounded by rats.

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