On a Bench at St Osyth’s Bay
If only Franz Ferdinand had taken
a holiday in rainy St Osyth‘s.
If only they’d stopped Hitler at Nuremberg
with love and fresh white scented roses.
If only Blair had taken Ecstasy with
Bush in a tranced up field of bliss.
If only Lampard’s goal had not been dissallowed,
a wife could have been saved with a kiss.
If only George Michael had turned a different corner,
he might have been released from all his pain.
If only you’d stop buying a lottery ticket,
because your numbers have not came up again.
If only you could give all your small change to
that homeless lass looking up at stars.
If only you’d believe the undisputed truth.
Because there’s lies in old tarot cards.