“That’s amazing!” you cry
As you watch the seventeen empires of Ancient Rome crash before your velvet eyelids.
“Stop the cavalry!” he protested
As the dentist broke up with her husband.
It wasn’t getting any closer to lunchtime
“Bring back the death sentence!” two of them wailed
As the chair leg cracked in the sunlight.
“Is that okay then?” the banker asked impatiently
As Dartmoor fell apart.
There’s only four hours until lunch now
“Whose round is it?” the toddler screamed
As the walls vibrated from a passing train.
“Is this yours?” I interject
As liberty becomes a false concept in Islington.
Haven’t you heard? Lunch is now
©️ Lauren Johnston
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