Pandora’s Box

 

barbeques and beaches

your own little playground

complaining about others

who sit in your space

 

incandescent

that schools are reopening

while little Johnny plays

with his mates in the park

 

lighting a fire

to cremate your pork chops

on the grass and heathlands

where sparks are bullets

 

leaving B&Q

with a six foot mirror

that you just couldn’t wait

to reflect your pride

 

a turn of the key

is all that it takes

to lift the lid

on Pandora’s Box

 

if they told you Armageddon

was available from Monday

you would stand in a line

queueing for a piece