The Seat Belt Infringement
Thankyou for my birthday present
Thankyou for your kind endorsement
Thankyou for your understanding
My precarious jobless branding
Thankyou for your strict instruction
To break the law in my parking
And ease your convenience in issuing
This missive for my own protection.
So right you were in your surmise
That the sight of you was my demise
For it prompted me in my oversight
But did I run, or lie, or hide?
Did I smother my quick reaction
To remedy my poor situation
And proffer you the satisfaction
Your presence there my benediction?
No. My slightly aged trust in thee,
To admit my error for you to see
An act of open honesty
For you to pounce on me with glee
Your computer aided scrutiny
"Current warrant, registration fee"
So what did squandered INCIS say?
We'll make the poor pay our AI way
Or did your electronic wizard
Have something else stuck in its gizzard?
Perhaps you'll have the courtesy
For full disclosure: the dirt on me?
I understand your higher vigilance
And support ACT's "zero tolerance"
But my oversight, acknowledged too
Is not the best you're paid to do