the ALLDERBLOB

The Pong of cars rises to greet us at every turn.

Today the stench rose most distinctly from a certain silver-painted job in front of the Bedford Street entrance to the St. George subway station here in Toronto.

You drive a beetle
It makes you feeble

And “Phony Beetle-mania
Has bitten the dust.”

You drive a car!
You drive a car!
You drive a car!
You drive a car!

You drive a car
You say you must

You have a choice though
to let it rust.

Ride a bike!
Take a bus!
Take the subway, or
Take a hike

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