They’re all singing it:
the shelf-stacker putting eggs on top of eggs,
the man who hates avocados,
the bloke unsure which ketchup to buy,
the woman who likes your jumper,
the woman juggling broccoli,
the checkout guy with a smile
in the shape of a bread knife.
None of us ever sat in your car.
We never felt the seatbelts tighten,
the leather never stuck to our legs.
We heard all about it though,
it was easier to talk about.

© Carl Burkitt 2022