How do you move forward?
Do you leap, jump or stride,
Push off with full strength
And effortlessly glide.
Or
Are you scratchy and tetchy
And often annoyed
At the friction,
Inaction,
All vectors destroyed,
By the dragging and freezing
And total imbalance
That dogs you,
And mugs you,
And leaves you awry.
Still, you’ll get there.
You’ll manage.
There’s no other way.
And on arrival?
Enjoy it,
And resolve to pay
For a taxi or similar
To return you tonight,
Then kick back, start breathing
Drink that large dry white.
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