Penalty notice
in the mail,
Five months after the event.
Reminder notice in the mail,
Together they were sent.
My thoughts have gone asunder.
I was doing what? When? and Where?
Exceed speed 15 k’s and under,
This is not really fair.
That was camera recorded,
On the outskirts of town.
Look up, lift your head,
The bastard’s looking down.
The new scourge of our roads has risen,
And people are scared of prison.
They’re now not sure when, where or how,
They’ll be used as the Gov’s cash cow.
Now my License has been suspended,
My driving for three months has ended.
Cause coming my way from over the hill,
Was a mobile trap a rattlin’ it’s till.
The change of speed sign buggered me,
It just didn’t match the road.
The new way to drive is like an old mole,
Or maybe even a toad.
Nothing I could do, I was caught just right,
I couldn’t see over the hill.
They know where to wait, they know where to sight.
It’s revenue raising drill.
This conversation’s being recorded,
You got anything to say?
Nothing…Oh yeah something,
We shouldn’t have come this way.
Chifley road near Clarence,
And the Zig Zag rail line.
A great place to see a train,
And catch a traffic fine.
Radar notice, Infringement,
Demerit points, Penalise.
Suspension, Punishment,
These words we idolise.
We have considered, in fact,
Your actions to be wrong.
You may have the right to appeal,
But if you do you’re a nong.
You’re not really bad enough to be treated fair and square.
Your Wife’s having a baby, the law doesn’t care.
Burn a station threaten to kill, then we’ll treat you nice.
Free plane, lots of food, we’ll even throw in some ice.
Taking your money is our plan,
Road safety is the theme.
Change the speed signs all we can,
We love being mean.
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Help each other now we must,
Protect our hard earned crust.
Flash your lights, tell your mate,
He’s heading for a radar gate.
Use your phone, spread the word,
Hands free that is of course.
Tell your friends, have they heard?
They’d be quicker on a horse!!
Can’t drive to road conditions,
The signs are out of whack.
Speed zones silly positions,
Up and down the track.
Over a hill, around a bend,
Anywhere you can’t see.
Chances are you will offend,
And end up like me.
Diligence not quite paranoia,
Is what’s needed today.
I reckon this might annoy ya’,
But if you don’t look you’ll pay.
On the net, at a game,
Wherever you get the chance.
Tell everyone ‘bout the shame,
Of our speed zone dance.
Was a hundred, now it’s eighty,
How much lower can they go?
We’ll make it sixty, even forty,
Respect to us, you must show.
You vill doo vot ve say,
For ve are in command.
You vill pay and pay and pay,
Upon our demand.
We tell you it’s about safety,
Listen to us you fools.
We have all the statistics,
And the very special tools.
Radar still or mobile,
It doesn’t matter which.
Gives us pollies a nice big smile,
And makes your life a bitch.
Yes, you make our lives a bitch,
And you guilt us from our money.
But you forgot about a glitch,
And it’s really rather funny.
When it’s comes the time to vote,
And we’re in a power position.
We’ll toss you in the moat,
And vote for the opposition.
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