Ode to the orbital motorway

Round, round, round it goes.
Where it ends, nobody knows.
Or where it starts, I don't suppose.
They care about that either.

Mile upon mile, this concrete swathe.
Through town and field, this giant wave.
All built and done, so none to save.
Bar, maybe one or two lanes.

Now darkness falls and with headlights bright.
Like a monstrous snake into the night.
Or maybe a swarm, about to blight.
The peace of the night time air.

The fearsome roar from this monster born.
From dawn to dusk, from dusk to dawn.
And the feeling that some of our souls, we pawn.
for the sake of this Lord Motorway.

Round, round, round it goes.
It's ups and downs, it's to's and fro's.
Upon it's back, to fight this foe.
And travel this road to hell.