Torques to much

lazy so it doesn’t phase me when she plays me a lullaby
I close an eye and think of half an England which is all that’s left,
gone are the days when
we could laze about
at a work out we did
not care about,
all change for the gymnasium
where people come and think
that they’ll get fit,
and they
fit into the category
of the toffee nosed
new Tory.
It scares me
we’ve rewritten ourselves a new history
and the future is still one
big mystery
there might be a plague
an alien invasion
we could be God botherers
on the road to salvation.
I don’t know what I’ve done
to come this far
or indeed how far I’ve to go
perhaps over the wooden bridge that the troll guards
there will be greener grass

© 2017, John Smallshaw.