I went to the supermarket,

Right in my car I parked it.

I washed my hands,

Pulled on my mask.

 

I cleaned the handles

Of the black plastic basket

I’m not one to risk it.

So I did the safety.

 

I walked around.

A lovely cob,

A micro meal,

Some milk green top.

 

I walked along the arrows

That defined the narrows.

A guy came the other way.

He had no mask.

 

So not being shy

I gave him reply

To his face

I showed him grace.

 

“You ought to wear a mask mate”

“God will look after me”!

“If its my time he’ll tell me”.

I was punched in the mind!

 

So I said “I don’t care about your faith”

“He can take you if he wants.

But don’t  kill me with your

False lost phoney faith!.”

 

It made me ponder

A vaccine? Coming sometime.

Will he see “god” in a vial?

Or will he die within a while.

 

If you think God will save us,

What didn’t save

Nearly a million now?

Leave me alone.

 

Go take yourself

And do your goods

In some spiritual spot,

In gods fathomless holy shop.