Loads of Shite

Birds in the sky bring reassuring normality
to an alien countryside walk
The sound of a baby crying shatters
the peace of shopping
The echoes of normality beamed onto
your eardrums makes retail more satisfying
In this world of constant noise, you might contemplate the sound
of rainbow poo left in a rainbow mound by a rainbow horse
in the Middle of the Strand and wonder
What is life like in the Second City?

poem by Andrew M Watkins