Vilified, criticised, ostracised and you wonder why we’re dissatisfied
and we’re clamped while you ramp up the pressure until the gauges blow
and you still don’t know?
I’m not so sure I need a drink
but I need to drink and
sink into that soft oblivion
to
dream of her,
summers in the pavilion
strawberry cream
lemon ice
and kisses so nice
I could die
and you still wonder why?
what planet are you from?
© 2017, John Smallshaw.
