The world is my shepherd
It fills me with wants
It makes me run round; ever faster.
It leads me to busy shopping centres
It reinforces my sense of inadequacy
It leads me down paths of indulgence, for self-esteem’s sake.
Yea, though I queue in the self-service checkout
I will fear no missed bargains; For my credit card is with me;
My smartphone and my flatscreen, they comfort me.
Marks and Spencer have prepared food before me in the presence of Downton;
My wine glass is empty.
Surely rest and relaxation will follow when we both retire,
and we’ll live in a cottage by the coast – if we can keep up the repayments.
great minds think alike – just posted this today as well…
http://markmeynell.wordpress.com/2013/10/14/life-in-death-valley-without-the-shepherd/
thanks Mark – very striking.