Outcast in

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.