Saturday glee
so
how is it that we
are not smiling?

piling into the underground
only the tube rumbles
and
we make no sound.

Of course, we have to work
to pay our forty per cent in taxes
so
those lazy sods in Whitehall
can shirk.

I can't wait for the horse
so
I rock to and fro by myself

and what?
they'll come to lock me away?