Poetry

Thursday, 25 July 2024

A town called Mallet

Looking for some life about

Walk up and down the road

Walking to the North or South

But all I see are frogs and toads

Oh it's a town called Mallet


Looking for some life about

Crossing the roads and paths 

Hearing the sounds of parties 

But I get lost walking in the park

In a town called Mallet


Falling out with everyone

Everyone I ever knew

Because let's face it, there is not much else

Not much else for folks to do

In a town called Mallet


Every boring evening 

should be filled with life and joy

But when it comes to believing 

I become your like your little toy

In a town called Mallet


Dum, dum de da, dum dum de da dum


Neighbours in their windows

As nosey as can be

Lookin' out at what the wind blows

Down the streets so ill-at-ease

Here comes the love again

Behind Shapes and figurines

Here comes the love again

Just daggers and smoke screens

In town called Mallet


Here love is just a dog's bark

That goes echoing down the alley

And the river flows in the dark

Down the Sheppey valley

In a town called Mallet


I should have left here years ago

No, I should never have came

But I followed where the wind blows

No I just ran away in shame

To a town called Mallet


I think I have to leave here now

It's broken and it's torn

And all the love is an illusion somehow

All love since I was reborn

In a town called Mallet

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