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