Reality

Reality Its not the picture postcard pure white snow that settles picture postcard neat Its the deep grey slush of a thousand vehicles that churn it on the street Its not the picture postcard pure white lambs that frolic while they are able Its the abattoirs that slaughter them and land them on your table Its not the happy man outside the school who engaged a child in talking Its a paedophile on his rounds a hunting and a stalking Its not the politician being nice and sharing in your loss Its the same guy who cut your money and he could not give a toss Reality. I wish it was real.