SINGING THE RESTIVE SONG

 

SINGING THE RESTIVE SONG

There’s kind of a pale lemon haze

Over the city today

But we just get on the bus

Putting our trust in whatever

There’s a crimson trail from the jail

That the folksingers used to notice

But we are just paying bills grinding at mills

Or wanting to show this

Exhibit A in a casual way

At our show and tell

And it’s all going well

As we’re learning to spell

Except for the pale lemon haze

That’s over the city today

But we just tread on our way

To keep it a simple day

While the fog from we don’t know where

Miasma is filling the air

And the swamp gas green glints

Are moving in over the fence

Keep it moving along, long long

Try not to sing a restive song

Just go along with what they have planned

Keep falling asleep like trained little sheep

At your desk or machine ordering the paper reams

colour of goldenrod here come the people in pods

Or start over again

To pretend and pretend

You don’t really notice a thing.

mary angela douglas 1 april 2024