Why am I trudging along beside this ominous figure?
Tramp…….tramp…….tramp
negotiating tilting wet clumps over these empty distant fields
without a definite horizon.
It must be time to quit this incessant marshy march beside this ogre
in his enormous grey greatcoat.
Affentempo.
Clearly he is going nowhere.
Him and his constant chiding and bullying.
Go away.
Time for us to wake up!
penwithlit 