Poetry

Sunday, 8 October 2023

Out to get me

 I only had one thing on my mind

Down by the river Sheppey

And all the people not of my kind

They were out to get me


They were out in a posse

They were out on the jetty

Yes they went searching out to find the key

Yes, they were out to get me


Well me why can't a fella have a drink

On Saturday night he deserves it don't he

Floating his boat on the big wide sea

But they were out to get me


Searching in the town hall

Searching knee deep in confetti

I felt like I was back in school

When they were out to get me


Give me a trial by my peers

Make me stand and let me

Find witnesses with eyes and ears

To show they were out to get me


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