Shopping! what shopping?

they’re singing of something in Stratford
the usual Sunday noon things, like
Jesus and Satan and only hell’s waiting,

I was doing my shopping
nothing left on the shelves I can buy
the locusts have been there before me
I might as well give up and die,
but then I remember the singing
and so I start singing along
and while they’re on about
Jesus and Satan
I’m singing the same old song.

I don’t belong here.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.