A ticket to Tolpuddle

Road works?
I’m glad something does
in this failing state
can’t wait
the Gas works.

I often look,
more often fall
waiting by that
gasworks wall
for a non existent

songs that are not true
screw with my mind.

Even down in Chapel town
where the brothers
meet to pray,
where hallelujahs lay
like sleeping dogs,
the fog’s
coming in.

We have Aladdin to thank
and Anne Frank
the book bank too
even storytellers
tell the truth.

If by chance
the twenty first century
should mention me
say you
don’t know me.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.