Voice of the Gods
Shopping on a Saturday
paying the bills on time
drinking wine only on a Sunday
at meal times
getting up in the mornings
complaining about unimportant things
being married with kids before you’re thirty
bringing wooden draws back from MFI
Watching TV in the evenings
teasing peoples feelings
dealing with car sales men
writing with a gold biro pen
eating eggs from an unnourished hen
talking to Ben from next door but two
saying your telling the truth
when really you’re talking complete bollocks
Sleeping with trollops
taking constant grief from life
talking about others badly
feeling sadness and jealousy
when the next door neighbours get a new car
never pushing your mind too far
not setting for being on a par
thinking long and hard about the stars
keeping away from bars
Not for me
I hope you see
I see through the looking glass
I like to make the day last
Life seems to go so fast.
