Without me cars could not go,
I was important ever so.
But now with changes near complete,
I fear I'll become obsolete.
When tides need turning in a rout,
It seems that hope may come about.
For there’s a chance yet of a coup,
Don’t stop now I’m coming through.
Gripping terror, clenching jaws,
I can't escape her deadly claws.
This vicious beast may be my end,
With strength I cannot comprehend.