The M25 is a very strange place
That circles round London with cars at snail pace
As you sit there in standstill and time rushes by
You’re forgiven for thinking I wish I could fly
But then everyone has to be somewhere
Supermarkets are another time warp
‘It won’t take us long’ yet is never that short
Crowded with people of various mix
All cramming their trolleys with the weeks great fix
But then everyone has to be somewhere
The tax disc renewal a great waste of time
Queuing for ages but staying in line
Reading dull posters of no interest
While waiting for your turn to complain and protest
But then everyone has to be somewhere
Please help with this survey it’s only a few minutes
Then 10 or so later you boredoms reached limits
Is there much more you ask, on no they reply
Then like a mug you end up 10 later saying goodbye
But then everyone has to be somewhere
And then as you read this and think
Well it wasn’t that long
Look at your watch and see how times rushed on
And remember to think before you log off
What else would you be doing and please don’t get cross
Because everyone has to be somewhere
(2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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