Sunday and that’s no way to wake
church bells buzzin’ in my ears
the ‘called ones’ playing on my fears
because I’m old that they want me in the fold
the cry being,
‘flock to me and God’ll set you free’
ain’t it just the way that advertising has
‘the truth, the light and the way’
they can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear
or can they?
which is another play on my fear
and I’m not falling for that old chestnut
© 2020, John Smallshaw.