So I go strolling
And it isn’t very long before I find
I’m in a place I don’t belong
I wandered down this alley because I’d switched off all my thinking
And now I’m here I understand that I’m figuratively sinking
Why else would I be on a muddy river bank?
If not to wallow as I wander. Look through the water dank.
It swirls so dark before me, cold, unfriendly, thick and grim
And I can’t help but wonder if I’m going to just sink in .
And then I see them sitting, coloured umbrellas in a row
With men lined up in uniformity, sitting cosy below
They’ve boxes and they’ve lunches and they’ve snacks and they’ve solitude
And I certainly shan’t disturb them. That would just be rude.
But I find irony and humour in this crazy juxtaposition
I wandered here so black of heart, and these guys are simply fishin’